Yu Tianhua's playful smile made Mo Lingche particularly unhappy, but he couldn't question him.
"Yu Tianhua, you better remember this. You are below me. Know your place."
Mo Lingche stared at Yu Tianhua, his words threatening.
At this moment, Yu Tianhua suddenly took a step forward. His eyes also flashed with a sharp, cold glint.
"Mo Lingche, let me warn you. I'm doing this for the future of the Feather Race and world peace. I have high hopes for Ning Caichen… You can do whatever you want with him, but don't hinder him. Do you understand?"
The atmosphere between the two became particularly somber.
It was also at this time that Jiang Ming finally walked out of there and returned to the ancient battlefield.
Coincidentally, a group of people arrived. It was none other than Wu Ming and the others.
"Master!"
Everyone stepped forward.