Qingzhou.
Yongyuan County, Lin Yuan City.
Deep within the General's Compound.
The severely injured Su Zimo still had a ghastly pale face, after all, it had only been a few days since the Cangyuan Dragon Lord was killed.
However, at this moment, his expression was cold, and his body's aura showed not the slightest bit of weakness as his cold eyes stared intently forward.
There, a portly figure sat leisurely in a Taishi Chair, enjoying hot tea.
Behind the portly figure stood three Great Grandmasters, their auras as deep as an abyss!
"So, have you made your decision?"
At this moment, sensing Su Zimo's gaze, the portly figure sneered derisively, asking in a seemingly careless manner.
Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing.
At his sides sat Xiang Qingyu, Sun Zhilan, Fuyu, and the great generals of Camp Jiazi, Camp Yi, and Camp Bing.
The same martial prodigies, Wei Qingshuang, Mo Xingshan, and Wu Bingyi.