Trade

A smile formed on King An's lips. He suddenly felt that Chu Li wasn't that detestable anymore.

Chu Li got up and excused himself.

King An waved as he stared at the retreating figure disappearing through the door.

Xu Ning came close and pressed his palms together. "Your Royal Highness, don't you trust Head Chief?"

"Is there really a little revered sir by the name of Xu An in your temple?"

"Yes," answered Xu Ning. "Junior Xu An is twelve this year. It's a shame that he's congenitally weak and cannot cultivate martial arts."

"Congenitally weak and cannot cultivate martial arts?" King An looked deep in his own thoughts.

He knew that anyone he hit with the Vitality Sealing Finger wouldn't live to be more than eight years old. This child was able to stay alive for the past eight years. It was obvious that he was saved by the Titanium Temple.