Jiu Qiansui stared at Ye Fan and smiled: "I'm waiting for news about your promotion in Longdu."

He didn't even look at Nangong Xiong, and he didn't care about his death, as if it was just a dog that died.

Ye Fan looked firm: "I will not let the president down."

However, before he finished speaking, he subconsciously stopped.

Ye Fan looked at the way he came.

Nine Thousand Years Old also smiled faintly:

"I didn't expect that it would be so late and there would be distinguished guests visiting."

As the words fell, figures flashed, and countless disciples of the Martial Alliance appeared from the darkness.

At the same time, a powerful momentum came from not far away and enveloped everyone in the pavilion.

An old man in gray clothes carrying a red sword came into Ye Fan's field of vision.
Chapter completed!