That's what the book says, but I don't think it's true."
"They are a bunch of demons." Wang Xiong sighed.
"Slaying a god?"
Xia Ji suddenly quieted down, and his body emitted a deep, silent aura.
"High and mighty?"
"Evil?"
He silently recited this word that had nothing to do with Little Su.
A flame suddenly ignited in his heart.
All these years, Little Su's weakness, coughing, pain, and crying had become the fuel for this flame, causing the flame to gradually rise and burn in his body that had lost its divinity. It made him feel as if something was being suppressed in his chest and was about to explode violently.
"The Divine Court is in the Yanzhou Continent west of Weizhou, but the secret sea route between the two continents seems to only be known by the people of the Divine Court."
"Does the God of Feng Nation know?" Xia Ji asked.
"I should know." Wang Xiong said.
"Where is he?" Xia Ji asked.
