The Holy Land of the Wings Clan!

"It's just the Wings Clan. It's fine. Go back to the Imperial City and wait for my good news!"

Li Yuanqing smiled. The Blood Moon and Blood Rain had only been around for two to three years. There was more spiritual energy in the air than before.

Advancing to Martial Saint was much easier than before. However, this did not mean that he had not improved. His fifth-grade Grotto-Heaven Realm strength should not be bad!

Great Empress Zhaoyang had a long face when she came, but she was relaxed when she left.

Since her brother said that it was fine, it would definitely be resolved. It was great to have her brother around. However, she had to quickly support the power that belonged to the Northern Kingdom. She could not rely on her brother for everything.

After Zhaoyang left, Li Yuanqing went in the direction of the Wings Clan. When he left, he brought Hu Jiujiu along with him.