"Figure it out yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He drank wine, ate the dishes, and looked playfully at the direction of the sky.
As for the intentions of the White-clothed Young Master, it was not only to test him but also to see if he had the strength to warrant their Eagle God Clan's protection.
If just now, Zhang Xiaohao had fallen behind in the clash, then what awaited them would have been the thunderous suppression of the Eagle God Clan.
Under the observation of the Reincarnation Heavenly Eye, the scenery in the sky entered Zhang Xiaohao's vision.
On the other side.
After leaving the tavern, two Early Mahayana True Spirits appeared beside the White-clothed Young Master out of thin air.
"Greetings, Young Master!" The two Early Mahayana True Spirits greeted respectfully.
"Let's go back!" the White-clothed Young Master said calmly.
