After chatting for a while, Fatty got up and left, continuing to keep an eye on Li Yan.
Young Master Hao and Wang You'er also left one after another.
"Tianxuan Tribe..."
"Chu Xuan..."
A cold light flashed in Qin Feiyang's eyes as he ascended to the second floor, sat cross-legged on the terrace, swallowed a Battle Intent Pill, and closed his eyes for meditation.
...
Time passed in the blink of an eye, and night fell!
Tianxuan Tribe.
The chieftain of the Tianxuan Tribe sat on a throne made of gold, looking down at the steward standing below, angrily saying, "A whole day has passed and you still haven't found him. What use is it to keep you?"
"Chieftain, please calm down."
"This old servant has really done my best."
The steward hurriedly knelt on the ground, his face full of terror.
