People from Xichu Pavilion currently desire this bottle of Demon Energy the most.
"So, is that guest of yours, Tiger, from Xichu Pavilion?"
Seeing no one respond, Hu crumbled a small extinguished incense stick into powder and said indifferently, "Those who need to trade can take this opportunity. I won't join you any longer. If you have clues about the Demon Energy, contact me."
Having said that, Hu left the dilapidated temple.
The remaining few did not speak, still immersed in the Phoenix incident.
In the Sky Shadow Organization, generally, the longer one has been there, the greater their say, and they could even directly communicate with the Zhuge Family. Tiger was one of them.
His words were taken as an imperial edict, unquestioned by anyone.
"My Phoenix girl is gone."
The Black Monkey clutched his chest, leaning disconsolately on the altar.
