Tan Fei felt a chill in his heart. The detached look in Chen Yi's eyes was far from the Little Alchemist who once relied on the Zhao family. He felt a shiver down his spine as he was stared at by Chen Yi.
He forced a smile:
"Alchemist Chen, it's perfectly reasonable for you to return to your homeland. However, as you may know, our Tan Family has had some disputes with the Zhao Family in recent years.
My father hopes that you, upon your return to the Zhao family, will merely visit and not involve yourself in the affairs between the clans. How do you feel about this, Alchemist Chen?"
As he spoke, Tan Fei handed over a bag of spirit stones.
Chen Yi scanned it with his Divine Sense and discovered a thousand spirit stones inside. Without changing his expression, he accepted them and replied:
"I'm not interested in the mess within your clans. You know my nature, I dislike strife.
