“Dragon King, we have received news that the floating island was taken away by the celestial sect of puppets!”
In Jiang City University, Wang Xian walked towards the first-grade pavilion after school at noon. Beside him, Mo Qinglong reported to him.
“Okay, I’ll go and get it back tomorrow!”
Wang Xian nodded. He went to the shop and looked around.
The first-grade pavilion was no longer open for business today. As for manager Huang, he had handed him over to Elder Qin to handle. As for ordinary people, he had to go through legal means.
With the conclusive evidence, one could imagine the consequences.
In addition, the employees of the first-grade pavilion were all sent back after giving them a sum of money.
Wang Xian got devil azure dragon to start modifying the first-grade pavilion and turning it into the Divine Dragon Smelting Workshop.
“Dragon King, this is the information of all the martial artists from the aristocratic families in the martial arts world.”
