As they got closer, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with a gold collar and a white tiger roaring in the sky embroidered on his chest walked over. He was wearing a black and gold cloak and a white tiger mask.
" Save me!" Qian An looked as if he had seen his savior. He could not wait to ask for help." Lord, save me!"
" You're here?" The man in the white tiger mask's dignified and domineering voice sounded. It was as if he had been in power for a long time and had developed a supreme pressure." Have you gotten the thing?"
"Yes." Qian An nodded heavily.
He pointed at Old Lu and said quickly.
" The formula for the Flaming Thunder Bead is in his head. I have worked hard to complete the mission!"
Shua!
