A white cloud carried Li Ping'an, Immortal Taiyi, and Preceptor Cang Jie toward the witch lands, slanting downward.
Li Dazhi stood with his hands behind his back outside the cloud boat's cabin, his face showing discontent.
Why wouldn't they let him be the envoy to negotiate?
He had volunteered, and when it came to eloquence and talent, plus considering his Great Fortune, wasn't he the perfect 'candidate for best envoy'?
They say send father and son into battle, send father and son into battle, but in the end, wasn't it the father who was replaced, and the son was made to wear a mask pretending to be one of his own subordinates...
A clear and melodious voice came from beside him, "Qing Qing, what were they discussing just now? They talked a lot, but it seems to have nothing to do with magical combat."
Qing Su stood with his hands behind his back and hummed lightly, "I don't quite understand these things either."
