Zhang Chen had sensed something fishy and felt that The Queen Mother of the West didn't seem like a good person, but now that he was already on the pirate ship, other than putting down roots on Kunlun Mountain, he had no other way out.
The key point was that he couldn't find the way back.
After sending away the crowd that had been flattering him, a trace of contemplation flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes, but things had come to this point—aside from continuing to cultivate and climb upward to see how The Queen Mother of the West would make her next move, he really didn't have any better options.
Since he had used the Golden Finger to dream back to the Ancient Era, there had to be a reason that belonged to him alone.
