Xiao Chen stood by the faint fire, and at that moment, he too stood by the glow of the flames, his figure resembling a dazzling star in the night sky—quite conspicuous.
And just after he finished speaking, a gloomy voice came from the darkness.
"Misty Ghost Hall is handling matters, anyone who doesn't want to die, get lost!"
The tone of the voice was strange and sounded somewhat stilted.
But Xiao Chen understood.
Xiao Chen slowly raised his head, and a slight smile crept across his face.
"Big talk."
Xiao Chen said indifferently, his gaze shifting to the darkness beside him, and his eyes suddenly underwent a change, "Perhaps you've made a mistake about one thing—the ground beneath your feet… is called Huaxia!"
The gloomy voice did not reappear.
And Xiao Chen was not in a hurry.
"Mr. Di! Elder Huo! Are you both alright?"
Xiao Chen suddenly called out loud.
From the darkness came a weak voice.
"Still alive! But... Elder Huo seems to be barely hanging on!"