Seeing Fang Yuan's figure leaving in the horizon, Chu Du watched, staying on the spot.

"Letting him go like this, was it a correct move or not?" Chu Du's gaze was flickering.

But soon, he smiled bitterly to himself: "Even if I do not want to let him go, what can I do?"

"My methods cannot capture or catch up to him."

"If I use brute force, with this person's mysterious background, he might be troublesome to deal with, and even if I capture him, he might destroy his own soul, how would I get the method then?"

"However, seeing his attitude, he must be sincere in trading with me. Otherwise, he could have left already, why did he stay to talk with me?"

Chu Du recalled the conversation he had with Fang Yuan.

He thought about it for a while, he felt that Fang Yuan was very sincere, even though Fang Yuan did not talk about anything significant, and most of the things he said were lip service.

But precisely so, Chu Du felt: This was much more sincere than giving empty promises and assur