"Don't misunderstand." Xiao Chen leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, and waved his hand at him, saying, "That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?" Babura's eyes glimmered coldly, staring at Xiao Chen.
"Sit down and let's talk. Rest assured, I won't attack such a strong ally like you. You should understand that once we enter the Otherworld's native realm, I'll still rely on you to lead the way."
As he spoke, a crystalline translucent Demon City appeared in Xiao Chen's palm, flickering with black light, resembling a magnificent piece of art.
