Now that Cheng Jiashu has proactively pierced the window paper, Fang Cheng naturally has to speculate on the other party's true intentions.
Cheng Jiashu looked at Fang Cheng's suspicious expression, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth:
"Don't overthink it. I mean, this place used to be the location of our Cheng Family's Secret Realm. But as early as fifty years ago, that Secret Realm had already completely collapsed and been destroyed, no longer existing."
"Related to Jiang Chen?"
Fang Cheng grabbed the crucial point.
"There is a certain connection, but it's not entirely his handiwork."
Cheng Jiashu shook his head, gathered the complex emotions surging in his eyes, and brought the topic back on track:
"Let's not talk about the past for now. I brought you here today because I deduced from various clues that Jiang Chen's real body is hidden here."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng's gaze once again swept over the entire Ancient Locust Village:
