"I hope so," Su Ming'an said.
"Now, I've abandoned all the clues in the Royal City and quit my job, coming here with nothing, or else I couldn't have participated in the Maritime Banquet." Noel smiled. "Leader of the Soul Clan, you must protect me well."
"..." Su Ming'an didn't speak.
He was still thinking about last night's night instance.
That virtual sandbox that converged the battle between two armies...
Moments later, he responded to Noel.
"There won't be any problems," he said.
Just then, the door opened.
A youth clad in snowy black attire and a red-dressed girl walked in.
"You're here?" Su Ming'an said.
"We're here."
Lv Shu placed the Black Blade on the tea table to the left, while Lin Yin began to complain:
"...This damned weather is really speechless, one moment it's scorching hot, the next it's this cold."