After being rejected by Cen Dongsheng, Wan Dugu's expression did not change much.
He nodded slightly, said "that's a pity", and then got up and left. The shadows scattered around the seats followed him and disappeared into the air with him.
"Mr. Cen, who was that…"
During the brief conversation, Chen Yuan felt an indescribable sense of oppression; the cold temperature and the pitch-black world made his already exhausted body once again transform as if in a stress response, forming armor to fully resist the corrosion; it was only after the other party left that he collapsed, relieved.
"Like me, he's a contender for the fragments."
Cen Dongsheng pulled Chen Yuan up from the ground.
"He, he is..."
"He is a Special Grade Curse Forbidden Master. You understand what that means, don't you?"
"..."
Chen Yuan tried to remain calm, but his pupils still showed a look of fear.
