The next day.
March 13th.
The governor's mansion.
Powerhouses from all over the world gathered in the National guest hall of the Fuli Palace.
The experts whispered among themselves.
In the crowd, the strong Wuji bull was displeased and he suddenly shouted,""That ... Change old bull's seat!"
If others sat on the sofa, it would sit on the sofa too.
The most important thing was that he was too uncomfortable!
The seat was too small, and it didn't even dare to use force. It would break if it used a little force.
"Humans are so troublesome ... Why did they make the seats so soft?"
It was not like the demon race, which made the throne extremely huge and strong. That was the domineering thing.
The human race ... Was petty.
Of course, it said this in its heart. From yesterday until now, it had always felt a sense of danger in its heart. It was afraid that it would be targeted, so it did not say it out loud at this moment.
