After three rounds of drinks, the Bright Five Dragons, having a lot of camp duties to handle the next day, excused themselves one after another. The feast in Frey's tent had drawn to a close.
Ji Dong and Frey sat together at the head of the table, with Ji Dong looking at Du Ming with a calm expression, "Du Ming, do you have any idea how dangerous the Holy Evil battlefield is? Yet you dare to bring Xin'er here. Does Chairman Du know about this?"
Du Ming blushed, scratching his head, "Xin'er insisted on coming, and I wanted to witness the Holy Evil battle and contribute to the Continent, so we came here."
Frey scolded him, "Nonsense. What would I say to Chairman Du if anything happened to you? I'll send you back first thing tomorrow morning."
