Below, Ye Jinhong murmured.
Then he looked up at Chen Xin, "This person has become a bit abnormal!"
"What nonsense!"
Chen Xuan slowly descended, knowing that Zhurong was unwilling because he had gained the recognition of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Because he, a descendant of the Ancestral Witch, still could not surpass a member of the Human Race!
This made his always proud self unable to accept.
Even being defeated with a single punch from Chen Xuan, that feeling of helplessness in his heart further deepened his desolation.
"Master he..."
Xiaoqi looked worriedly in the direction Zhurong disappeared.
"It's fine!"
Chen Xuan slowly spoke; as a descendant of the Ancestral Witch, he could withstand this setback.
...
Time passed day by day.
The passage had not appeared, and during this time, Chen Xuan did not engage in cultivation and returned to the days of caring for the child.
