He recalled the two barbarians in the middle cloud realm who wanted to make the scepter of the undead.
"After you are transferred to the southern border, help me pay close attention to the movements of the people of lounan and do your best to find out their internal situation." A hint of worry appeared in Xia qingchen's eyes. I'm worried. They might have some unspeakable plot.
Under normal circumstances, no one would want to refine an undead scepter.
And where did the half of the undead scepter design come from?
The prosperous zhongyun and Liang realms didn't have Nirvana craftsmanship, so where did the people of lounan, who lived almost primitive lives, come from?
"Yes! I will obey Lord Xia's orders." Wu Xiong's emotions surged.
Returning to the southern border as a general could make the clansmen, especially that clan brother, tremble with fear!
His long-cherished wish could finally be realized.
