Sitting upright in the chariot.
Jiang Chen cultivated quietly, like an old monk in deep meditation.
He had already learned from Sima Qingling that within the Celestial Fate Ancient Realm, people generally formed factions based on their dynasty, creating different groups.
The young experts from the Ten Great Dynasties were constantly scheming and fighting amongst themselves.
'As for me...'
'Because of Lan Haichen, I'd have to thank Amitabha Buddha if those guys from the Saint Martial Dynasty don't team up against me.'
'I have to increase my strength as quickly as possible!'
'Only then can I survive in this Celestial Fate Ancient Realm.'
"Master, would you like some grapes?" Sima Qingling asked in a sweet voice.
Jiang Chen glanced at her and said coolly, "Eat them yourself. I need to cultivate. Wake me when we reach Celestial Relief City."
With that, Jiang Chen closed his eyes and resumed his cultivation.
