Fu Xing smiled, retrieved a gold gilded invitation card from his spatial ring, and handed it over.
"I won't talk about anything else. Just based on the strange spiritual technique that big brother used to send me flying, it seemed to be applied splendidly. I am sure it can play an unexpected role."
"Moreover, Big Brother, your art of alchemy... Even I can tell that you have substance, let alone Mr. President."
"Although it's a bit confounding, the protective barrier of the City Lord's Mansion would be dozens of times stronger than the almost defenseless existence of the Pill Pagoda!"
"Feel free to... I can't say you should feel free to..."
With a slip of his tongue, Fu Xing nearly said, "Feel free to test our defenses." After giving it some thought, he was concerned to give this lad a free rein.
What if the defenses of the City Lord's Mansion could not withstand his attack?
