The Linglong Tower.
The room door opened, and Xi Dongcheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at Lin Chen at the entrance, his expression slightly changing.
Why is he here?
Ever since teaming up with several other heavenly deities in the Holy Domain to fight Lin Chen, exhausting all the magical treasures given by the saints, Xi Dongcheng had knelt in supplication and spared his life.
Out of the five people, three died, leaving only him and Zhao Muran alive.
He had been imprisoned in the Linglong Tower, isolated from the world.
Zhao Muran was hiding in an exotic space, completely afraid to come out.
Xi Dongcheng quickly got off the bed and respectfully saluted, "Master, why have you come?"
Lin Chen walked into the room, observing it: "How have you been?"
