The Ancient God’s Finger, Three Forging Bones

As the chaos caused by Chen An’nian unfolded outside.

In Nandou City, at Jianshan Mansion, Chen An’nian, disguised as Yaoxuan, leisurely sat with Luo Youcai, basking in the sun.

“Lord Chen, take a look at the current state of Nandou City, it’s on the verge of being turned upside down.”

Luo Youcai refilled Chen An’nian’s tea cup and smacked his lips, “At first, I had no idea, but later I found out that you caused such a huge commotion.”

“Killing Zhao Wanqian, leaving Green Mountain Sect, and launching a solo attack on Nandou City.”

“And that damn Wu Quanming, daring to besiege Green Mountain Sect.”

Chen An’nian reclined on the lounge chair, sipped his tea, and asked, “What’s the situation outside? What about Green Mountain Sect?”

Luo Youcai looked around and then replied, “Your master, with just a sword in hand, Wu Quanming didn’t even dare to make a sound.”