"Is that so."
A fleeting thought crossed Chen Mu's mind of those Blood Exchange Realm figures who had fallen by his hand in front of the Golden Luang Hall. Indeed, there was one such figure, but he had casually annihilated this one, dying inconspicuously.
He initially intended to leave the mastermind for Qin Mengjun to personally handle, but since he accidentally killed him, it doesn't matter much. Nowadays, Qin Mengjun has long achieved Blood Exchange, and his state of mind is serene, likely unfazed by these matters.
As his words fell.
Chen Mu slightly shook his head before slowly turning around and walking west.
Behind him, seeing Chen Mu turn and leave like that, King Liang Ji Xuanzhen watched the younger man who, now greatly respected by many Blood Exchange Realm figures including Fulian Country, attained from the heart the status of a Martial Saint, just sighed lightly in his heart and looked up at the sky, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.
