Yang Yan drank the tea from his cup in one gulp:
"A guy like Fenrir wouldn't come here without a purpose. A being from legend capable of directly killing Odin, a Northern god, wouldn't come to Huaxia out of boredom."
"No matter what, we must take this seriously. There's definitely something here we don't know, so I need you to go to the Northern Divine Realm to investigate."
Listening to Yang Yan's seriousness, Qi Wutong had already put away her smile and nodded earnestly:
"Understood! Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away. You must be looking for Fenrir now, right?"
"Here's a suggestion, it's best not to engage it directly; it's extremely dangerous."
Yang Yan chuckled softly:
"Hehe! The strongest Demon Hand in the Northern Divine Realm? What, are you afraid I'll lose?"
He looked at Qi Wutong with a playful expression.
Knowing that if the word 'dangerous' came from her mouth, it meant that guy was really strong.
