“It’s the que king sword?”
In the underground secret room deep in the inner courtyard of the Peng family’s headquarters, Peng Xiren was sitting on a wide bench. While sipping tea, he was looking at the scene projected by the Magic Ball, he saw everything that was happening in front of him.
According to common sense, when his younger sister chose her husband, as her older brother, he should also help her out. However, Peng Xiren felt that there was absolutely no need for that now.
His younger sister was just a prop that he could use at a critical moment to verify the cultivation path that he had chosen. Moreover, it was a one-time consumable. After using it, he could discard it at any time.
This was Peng Xiren’s opinion since he was young. Moreover, he despised those female fans who held his sister in their hands and protected her.
