This is a ruin of a dilapidated palace, surrounded by debris.
A young lad dressed in a sacred robe, with a small snow-white beast the size of two adult fists perched on his shoulder, stood on a clearing amidst the ruins.
In front of him were four young maidens dressed in resplendent gowns, each accompanied by four differently shaped and colored butterflies dancing around.
"Hand over the war energy in your hand!"
One of the maidens, with a cold face, coldly stared at Qin Chen and spoke.
Qin Chen's lips curled into a faint smile: "Seeing as you're girls, I won't take the treasures on you, just hand over the war energy in your hand and that will suffice."
"Where does your confidence come from, to dare speak to us four like this alone?"
The maiden who spoke before looked at Qin Chen as if he were an idiot.
In the Ancient Battle Hall, banding together was the wisest move, as it allowed consolidating power to its utmost level.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider my words?"
