Ye Chen waved his hand and headed down the mountain. The black-robed old man in the Reincarnation Graveyard did not have much time left. After settling the matter in Hui 'an Province, he had to return to Jiangnan Province.
Then, he would enter seclusion for ten days! He had completely inherited the black-robed old man's Dao of Slaughter!
Ten days later, after the massacre, he should officially set foot in the capital.
Master Jingdao watched Ye Chen's departing figure and shook his head helplessly. The door closed again.
Who knew how long it would be sealed this time.
If he wanted to open it again, it should be for Ye Chen.
He returned to the cultivation room and placed the box that Ye Chen had given him on the table. He was about to continue cultivating when suddenly, for some reason, he became interested in Ye Chen's box.
"This kid wouldn't give me some ginseng, right?"
Without further ado, he clenched his fist and the box landed in his palm.
