The intense emotions from next door finally descended from their peak.
The purple-clothed youth who sat in the armchair finally seemed to slightly have the mood for something as he got up and walked towards the stone chamber next door.
Chen Kunhua was expressionless as he followed after him.
Things were all messed up inside as it was still not over yet.
The male side was a middle-aged man with rather authoritative-looking features. It was just that his face was full of defeat and despondence at this moment.
If the martial practitioners of Overgrown Jade Island were to see him now, they would probably be shocked.
This middle-aged man was clearly none other than the Chief of their Overgrown Jade Island.
He was a mid Immortal Bridge Martial Saint, a local hegemon of the Duckweed Sea.
Yet, he was like a wooden puppet at this moment as his body was totally no longer his to control.