"Damn it!"
Two swear words abruptly popped into Chen Nan's mind, but he forcibly held them back.
"Su Dieyi, you're not just waiting to see me make a fool of myself, are you?" Although Chen Nan was in a perilous situation, he was not someone who feared death.
To him, this kind of life-and-death battle was as routine as eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom; he had been damn well used to it.
"Chen Nan, who are you calling 'old man'? What do you mean by saying I'm always waiting to see you make a fool of yourself? It's clearly..."
Su Dieyi paused: "Chen Nan, you're the one asking me for help, yet here you are questioning me. This Blood River Formation has nothing to do with me."
"Hehe, can you guess what I need your help with?" Chen Nan chuckled.
"Guess if I care to guess?" Su Dieyi wasn't going to fall for Chen Nan's trick.
She was currently within the Fengtian Talisman, hidden above the City Lord's mansion, merely a fleeting moment away from reaching Chen Nan's position.
