One man and one chicken hurried eastward at top speed.
In this modern society, practitioners are usually quite mysterious, rarely showing themselves, but tonight, Chen Nan saw an endless stream of practitioners heading towards the east.
Those who could fly were flying through the air, while those who couldn't were running on the ground.
But they all had one thing in common: their destination was the same, the direction where the blood light was heading—east.
Chen Nan also sensed that this matter was not simple. He took out his phone and dialed Xuan Tianji's number, wanting to ask if he knew the details, but that old man was as stubborn as ever. No matter how much Chen Nan called, he still refused to pick up. Finally, probably annoyed by Chen Nan's constant calls, he directly turned off the phone.
"Damn it, would it kill you to pick up the phone?"
Chen Nan couldn't help but curse, putting his phone away.
