"Xiao Chen, would you like to come with me to the north? I can offer you great wealth," the mysterious woman spoke, her tone serious.
"Wealth should be earned, not given," Xiao Chen shook his head, saying, "I'm used to my freedom and don't want to be constrained." He had already discerned that the mysterious woman held an uncommon status, and he didn't want to get involved with super power groups or nations.
But this was just his temporary thought. Who knew what the future held?
The mysterious woman nodded and silently retreated, taking the gold with her.
Only the corpses remained in the courtyard, which soon returned to its tranquil state.
Xiao Chen stood wielding the Basde Ancient Spear, God's blood continuously flowing through his hands. The divine inscriptions on the ancient spear emitted a bizarre light, contrasting with the starlight above.
