Ling Han immediately put the Strange Fire into the Black Tower, only to "see" Strange Fire immediately jump joyously inside. This world was so much larger than the palm that it could only hibernate in.
Small Tower appeared, and with a weng, a flash of light enveloped the Strange Fire.
"Yiyaya!" The Strange Fire wanted to run, but it could only sway continuously, as if in fear.
'Hopefully, Small Tower won't torment it to death,' Ling Han thought to himself. He stopped paying attention to the Strange Fire; ahead, the imperial palace was in sight.
Zai Xiang was already at the imperial palace's large entrance. Seeing Ling Han arrive so slowly, he couldn't help but reveal a shred of discontent and say, "You have the impudence to make his majesty wait so long, such nerve you have!"
Ling Han glared at him and said, "To put blame on me would be for his majesty, what the hell are you yelling for?"
"You…" Zai Xiang glared, looking fierce.