Watching Ye Chen walk away, the Black Demonic Spirit blurted out, "Do you really have to castrate yourself?"
"Absolutely, no one would believe your words if you don't write it that way," Ye Chen felt amused and continued on his way.
All became quiet around him as he walked onto the ship, intending to find a room to stay in for the night. Too much had happened that day, and his mind couldn't immediately catch up.
He needed to take some time to think carefully about what would happen next. If things continued to deteriorate, what would the consequences be?
Perhaps this is the fate of the weary. His own affairs weren't settled yet, so it was unexpected for a local snake to stir up such trouble.
The time was still early, so he climbed to the top of the ship where he could see the starry sky. The Red Demonic Spirit had already left with its people, and suddenly, the thought of Nangong Yan came to him. It was only when he was alone and in silence that such thoughts surfaced.
