"Your grace is still domineering," Ba Qichi said with admiration in his eyes.

Qian Zhuo wiped cold sweat, there was a purple mark on his face, and he suddenly jumped up.

"What are you doing?" Chishui asked confused.

"Sir! I will not disappoint your expectations!" Qian Zhuo suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times and shouted.

Ruohe immediately understood and said a little jealously: "What ability do you have to win the favor of that adult?"

He had only met that gentleman less than three times, but from the first time he met, he was deeply impressed.

Ba Qichi didn't know why and asked: "What do you mean?"

Qian Zhuo said excitedly. He pointed at his face and said, "Sir, give me power!"

The purple marks on his face suddenly turned into a strange pattern. Only the Demon Horn Clan knew what that pattern meant.

"Incredible!" Ba Qichi was also sore and exclaimed.

"This is an ancient magic pattern, and you have been chosen. If you fail that adult, your luck will come to an end!" Chishui exclaimed, seeing the magic pattern for the first time.

After Qian Zhuo heard this, he kowtowed to the ground a few more times.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much, sir! I, Qian Zhuo, will serve you to the death, and I will definitely bring Ye Feng's head to see you!" Qian Zhuo swore, and the magic pattern on his face flashed a black and purple light.

A strange power lingered on Qian Zhuo.
Chapter completed!