Xiao ran’s death in 1941

“The number one divine son of the Lingxiao Treasured Palace?”

Shui Shaoyuan and Chang Yangxia were slightly stunned when they heard the report from their subordinates outside.

“Why is the number one divine son of the Lingxiao Treasured Palace looking for you?”

Chang Yangxia looked at Shui Shaoyuan and asked with a slight frown.

“I don’t know. Last time, they wanted to recruit me, but I directly rejected them. Hehe, the strongest person in the Lingxiao treasured palace only lit five wisps of divine fire, and they actually want me to bow down to them!”

Shui Shaoyuan said coldly.

“Let him in!”

He sent a voice transmission to the outside.

“Yes!”

“Greetings, Lord Water God!”

A few minutes later, a dignified man walked over, cupped his hands, and looked at Chang Yangxia, who was slightly stunned, and said respectfully.

“You came to find me on behalf of the Lingxiao Treasured Palace?”

Shui Shaoyuan sat on the chair and asked the young man directly.