Mu Chen stood on the mountain peak and looked at the valley below, where the Spiritual Lights had thinned out. After being harvested by An Ran and the girls, there wasn’t any need to continue staying at that place. Waving his hands, he said towards the trio, “Let’s go. How far are we from the gathering point on the map?”
“According to our speed, we’ll reach it by tomorrow.”
Thinking awhile, Wang Tong continued speaking, “However, as I’ve said earlier, it’s not only us who knows about this. Everyone who got their hands on such information would try their best to keep this a secret. So, we would definitely not be only ones that are eyeing that newly born Spirit King.”
Mu Chen faintly nodded his head in approval. A big cake like this would definitely be targeted by many people; however, he did not wish for them to have such ambitions.
