Dark clouds cover the sky

Sky Island.

In the big conference room.

Fang ping lay on the sofa chair, using the old cat's fat butt as a pillow. He sighed,"I almost lost my life this time, but fortunately, I gained quite a lot."

"Is Wang Ruobing very important?" Zhang Tao asked softly.

"It's quite important, but it's useless to keep an eye on it. We can't kill it, and maybe something big will happen if we kill it. So, let's put it aside for now."

"Tell me about the situation first," Heavenly King Zhen said in a deep voice.

"I'll have to ask about the situation first before I can share some of my judgment,"Fang ping said with a smile.

"You can ask."

"When was the Sanjiao gate built?"

The divine Creator thought for a moment and said,"I didn't participate in the creation of the Sanjiao gate. After all, this thing involves the foundation of the origin. I couldn't go to the origin universe at that time. I wasn't a martial artist who cultivated the origin ..."

"But ..."