The Situation in the Camp (1)

Wang Feng Valley.

In the largest and most luxurious private room on the third floor of the restaurant, seven people sat around a round table.

" Xie Zheng, I heard that one of your teams was wiped out?!"

A middle-aged man with a mustache said with a smile.

"A little mouse that walked out of the novice area. He can be destroyed with a single order. There's no need for you, Ding Hong, to be hypocritical here…"

"Hai, what are you saying? We are all Elders of the Wang Feng Valley. I am just worried about your Eight Desolations Alliance…" Ding Hong said sarcastically.

Xie Zheng was instantly enraged, but he couldn't flare up at this moment.

The few people present were not inferior to him in status, and each of them led a team that was not weaker than his.

When the others heard this, they also teased him.