"However, you should let President Lee Zhen go with you," said Chen Ming:
"I've heard that the Divine Race intends to restart the centennial agreement, but nothing is settled yet."
"You are equivalent to the one who destroyed the Holy Maiden of the Ancient Race, and they won't let you off easily."
Lin Chen thought about it and realized this made sense.
Before, he thought Lee Zhen could stay behind and provide some support.
Now, the battle seems unlikely to occur.
Lin Chen still said, "Chairman Chen, the Spirit Alliance will surely disband later, but I still hope..."
"I understand," Chen Ming smiled and said, "Three different factions with intertwined interests, so we cannot be one force."
"However, our alliance won't change."
"That's good." Lin Chen cupped his hands and left.
Afterward, he went to discuss with the Great Elder, who also agreed.
Although the little blue fish was just asleep, the sooner they found Sun Ji for treatment, the less worried they'd be.
