Demon Capital, Ming King Mansion.
Kong Zheng sat at the top, while Bai Ze, Bi Fang, and Qiongqi stood at the bottom.
Kong Xuan tossed a golden feather down, which Bai Ze respectfully caught at once.
"Bai Ze, hold the golden feather well; when you go to the Southern Continent, you two must act according to circumstances."
Bai Ze and Bi Fang both responded: "Yes, Ming King!"
Beside them, Qiongqi glanced at Bi Fang and then asked in a deep voice, "Ming King, let me go instead."
Kong Zheng hadn't spoken yet when Bi Fang raised an eyebrow first: "If you go, with that temperament of yours, you're likely to cause a lot of trouble in the Southern Continent!"
"Cause trouble?" Qiongqi let out a low hum, "If we don't cause trouble, do you think we can avoid others this time?
Anyway, a battle is inevitable; Bi Fang, your frail body might not hold up."
Bi Fang's valiant face immediately darkened, his fists clenched until they cracked: "Qiong...qi!"
