Zhou Xiaoxiao's emotions were clearly unstable. "Alright, stop talking," he growled, interrupting Ji Dong. His small eyes fixed on Ji Dong, "Why do I feel like you're entrusting me with your last wishes? You haven't even left, how do you know you won't come back? Damn it, brat, no matter what, you must preserve your life. You should know how important you are to the continent. The Heavenly Stem Saint King, the Chief Elder of the Magician Elders Union, with just these two roles, you're already a saint in all magicians' hearts. The Bright Five Element Continent needs you. You must return alive."
Ji Dong looked at the fatty with his agitated state, feeling warmed in his heart. He understood that Zhou Xiaoxiao's concerns for his safety were no longer purely because of his status as the heir of the business association. It was also because of their friendship that transcended age.