"Let's go, Jian Wushuang. Tell us where you've been for the past thousand years. Even I can't see through you now." Divine Marquis Qingfeng pulled Jian Wushuang and prepared to enter the palace.
For the past 1000 years, Divine Marquis Qingfeng had been filled with guilt over Jian Wushuang's finger. He thought that it was him who had dragged Jian Wushuang down and caused him to be unable to escape Qing Xuzi's pursuit.
Even though the Ruler Blood Wave had sent them a message later to inform them that Jian Wushuang was not dead, the guilt in his heart had not lessened at all.
Now, he finally saw that Jian Wushuang had returned safely and seemed to be stronger than before. The guilt in his heart that was hanging in his throat finally settled.
"Aren't you going to continue to select experts?" Jian Wushuang asked.
