"Miss Hua, let's see you next!"

Qin Feng turned his head and looked at Hua Ximeng and grinned.

Before Hua Ximeng walked to the gate, a simplicity and desolation suddenly came to her face.

"Your Highness, can you let Uncle Han and the others go?"

"This is natural!"

This was what I had promised Hua Ximeng before, and the cultivation of Uncle Han and others had been abolished.

It doesn’t matter if you let it go, you can’t make any storms.

Hua Ximeng watched with her own eyes after Uncle Han was released.

Turning around and coming to the treasure again, he took out a dagger.

A stream of blood flowed out of his palm.

Hua Ximeng scattered her blood on the bronze gate.

The blood was absorbed by the gate and emitted a ray of light.

Then the copper rust on it disappeared.

A palm print appeared on the gate.

Hua Ximeng walked forward and printed her palm on it.
Chapter completed!