The girl left. In her view, Ye Chen wasn't someone who would commit suicide. If he really wanted to, she wouldn't be able to stop him either.
Watching the girl go down, Ye Chen felt it was kind of funny. He really didn't know what to say but was nevertheless moved, especially by her anxious look just now, as if she wanted to throw herself at him. It made him realize he wasn't so alone after all, and he decided not to contact the people from the Central Plains anymore.
As for what would happen in the future, that would be dealt with in the future.
Last night's events had disrupted his plans.
At noon, everyone had prepared a big feast right in Ye Chen's room. Although the plan to destroy the ring had failed, the fact that the Red Demonic Spirit and Black Demonic Spirit had recovered their bodies was still cause for celebration.
Ye Chen glanced at everyone and said, "Hey, no long faces. It's not that bad."
The Black Demonic Spirit said, "Yeah, what's with all the gloomy faces?"
