"Taoist Friend Chen, what are you doing?"
Seeing Chen Ye walk out of the crowd voluntarily, Bu Feifan was shocked and reached out to pull him back,
"I know your spirit plant skills are extraordinary, but this is a demon plant from a thousand years ago! Besides… we just need to wait for it to eat its fill."
"Spirit Plant Cultivator??"
Everyone's gaze instantly focused on Chen Ye.
Though the sinful cultivators knew Chen Ye was a steward, they didn't know he was a Spirit Plant Steward.
And the caliber of a sect steward is not to be underestimated.
In an instant, the fire of hope that had been extinguished reignited fiercely in everyone's hearts!
"Steward Chen! We beg you to save our lives!"
"Lord Chen! We are willing to serve you loyally!"
The sinful cultivators who recently harbored ill intentions on the spiritual ship, faced with life and death, couldn't care about their dignity and kept pleading.
