He called forth Gongsun Yan and quickly settled Huoniao'er properly.
Ning Zhuo felt a sense of gratitude, he could sense Huoniao'er's genuine sincerity.
Zhang Dadan, Patchwork Sun, and Jiang Xiaobian did not come. Ning Zhuo did not blame them at all.
In the Cultivation World, looking out for oneself is the most common choice.
Ning Zhuo could clearly see the opportunistic nature within Huoniao'er. However, if someone is willing to bet on themselves as a gamble, that surpasses a thousand eloquent words.
In the afternoon, the Flying Message from Xuan Armor Cave arrived.
The Flying Message was not an ordinary paper crane, but rather a bronze beetle the size of a palm. The beetle's six legs were as sharp as hooks, its shell was etched with mystical armor patterns, and after flying into the cave mansion, it steadily landed on the desk. The shell opened, emitting a bronze-colored light projection.
