The sun rises nine days in the morning, and the morning sun opens new dawn.
Tiansang Spirit Palace.
In the Council Hall.
Different from the quiet and peaceful dawn, the people sitting in the hall all had solemn expressions on their faces as they waited solemnly.
"Is Xu Xiaoshou still not back yet?"
Ye Xiaotian looked at Qiao Qianzhi, who was sitting at the side seat. His fingers lightly tapped on the table, and his little feet unconsciously swung in the air on the chair.
"Not yet." Qiao Qianzhi shook his head.
"But Elder Sang said that he should be able to rush over before the battle."
"I heard that this guy even went to the banquet room of the City Lord Mansion to attend the banquet."
"And then, he even got 18 White Cave quota."
Ye Xiaotian's expression froze.
He was about to continue speaking, but he suddenly felt as if he was choked. He could not get the words out of his mouth.
"Eighteen?"
