"However... I didn't use any so-called evil technique before, I even wanted to help."
Chen Ye spoke softly, with a playful smile,
"But since you said so, I will fulfill your wish."
He flicked his fingers, tiny droplets of sweet rain shot towards that cultivator, and in an instant, the surrounding blood reeds caught the scent and surged towards that cultivator like mad.
"Taoist Friend Bu, I will leave first... you are the only Spirit Plant Cultivator, the sect will not make things difficult for you."
Chen Ye wiped his hands, ignoring the pleading sinful cultivators, suddenly looking at Bu Feifan.
Bu Feifan's complexion was as pale as paper.
He never imagined that Chen Ye, whom he regarded as a savior and pillar of support, standing shoulder to shoulder with him just moments earlier, would say such words.
"Chen... Taoist Friend Chen..." his voice trembled, "Are you... are you going to abandon me?"
Chen Ye slightly furrowed his brow.
