Chen Xi’s calm and indifferent face showed no signs of relaxing when he saw the outline of the campsite gradually clearing up in his vision.

Conversely, his brows had knit together even more tightly while his slightly pale and handsome face actually showed faint signs of growing paler.

It was like he was suffering some sort of pain within him.

Pu!

At the moment he arrived at the campsite, Chen Xi actually couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood while his entire body trembled.

Especially his vital energy, it seemed to be stable yet was faintly revealed dangerous signs of being on the verge of falling into disorder.

Chen Xi took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the surging and violent energy within him, and he was just about to flash towards the palace which belonged to him when he seemed to have noticed something, and his gaze suddenly shot towards the side.

Swish!

At practically the exact same time, two figures had appeared out of thin air, and it was the figures of a man and a woman. Surprisingly, it was Leng Xinghun and Dao Wushuang!

Leng Xinghun’s expression was cold and indifferent as before, but his gaze was slightly strange as he looked at Chen Xi. It seemed to carry surprise, pity, and a faint trace...