"Come on! Come on! All of you will be buried here today!"
With a sinister smile, there was endless arrogance, as if venting something.
In fact, Luo Chen was indeed venting!
Ever since returning to the Eastern Wasteland, he had repeatedly made a name for himself, gaining great reputation.
But only he knew, every action, every decision, had to be made with utmost caution.
He not only had to consider the intricate details of social interactions, but also had to be wary of potential enemies, especially with the Mingyuan Sacred Land weighing down on him.
For Luo Chen, who had been carefree for a century in the North Sea, this was undoubtedly extremely oppressive.
Longevity is sought for nothing other than freedom and ease.
Being so cautious, how can there be any freedom or ease to talk about?
In this overwhelming situation, even former high and mighty Nascent Soul True Masters seemed to have become disposable cannon fodder.
