"What is this..."
Facing the ancient demonic insect that was handed over, Chen Ying's eyes flickered. This thing, sealed in a space shard, gave her the creeps. Where did the good-for-nothing of the Chen Family get this thing from?
"I wonder where Young Master Chen acquired this object from?"
The person who asked the question was Shen Yuan. By this time, under his stitching, Chen Yun had essentially stopped bleeding. Although his complexion was pale, clearly having suffered a significant loss of vital energy, at least his life was temporarily saved.
At this moment, Chen Yun looked weakly at the other party and said in a low voice, "It was obtained by my mother from the Nanhai Dragon Palace, the specific origin I am not very clear about."
"Is that so?" Shen Yuan glanced at him, rubbed his fingers together, and said no more.
Chen Yun also seemed to be too weak to keep his eyelids open, as if he wanted to close them at any moment.
