"Rest assured, I don't even take the Celestial Being Realm seriously at all!"
Xiao Yifeng said with disdain, exuding an air of wild and arrogant demeanor.
Seeing Xiao Yifeng not even taking the experts of the Celestial Being Realm seriously, both Zi Luo and Asou flashed a look of shock in their eyes.
In Japan, inside a Kyoto tavern, Fujikawa and Musashi Shangtian sat face to face, drinking, while a pair of geishas performed on the stage nearby.
Meanwhile, Liusheng Yiyi was tied up and seated on the other side. The teahouse was filled with experts from the Imperial Family and Musashi Clan, and the air was thick with a tangible aura of deadly solemnity.
There was also an old man dressed in a white kimono, his hair gray and his face covered in wrinkles, sitting quietly on his knees nearby, not exuding any aura, giving off a transcendent impression.
"Brother Shangtian, do you think Zi Luo will come?"
