[Brother Ren, where are you now? Did the people of the Tushan family and Sunset ancient race make things difficult for you?]
A line of words appeared on the invitation letter.
Heh... Did they finally remember him at this time?
Lin Wudao cursed in his heart.
"I'm still in the Sunset ancient race. The people of the Tushan family and the Sunset ancient race didn't make things difficult for me. The High Priest said that she wouldn't question anything that the Wicked Trio obtained outside the Sunset ancient race."
[Really? That's great.]
[Brother Ren, we're at Doomsday Canyon. Hurry up and come over. Let's have a good discussion and go to the Panshi ancient race to do something big.]
...
Oh? Were they actually scheming against the Panshi ancient race?
Looking at the contents of the invitation, Lin Wudao's lips curled into a smirk.
