The man in black stared straight at Qin Lang for a long while before picking up a cup, his eyes bulging like brass bells, and stood behind Qin Lang, staring at him intently.
Qin Lang, smiling widely, understood this well.
He seemed to have found a way to handle these people in black and white.
As long as he mentioned Divine Monarch and loyalty together when speaking, it would trigger a certain detection.
Under such detection, the hierarchy of white and black clothing loses its significance, everything then revolves around the Divine Monarch.
If manipulated correctly, every word would become a condition the other party cannot refuse.
Qin Lang suddenly thought of a way to rescue Zhu Luo.
But despite coming up with it, he wasn't in a rush because the fleet from [Twenty-Five Dock] had already sailed into the Water Sect.
The cabins were opened, and the Divine Envoys responsible for their respective boxes stood before the corresponding appraisers, holding their boxes.
