"Work clothes? Death Armor?"
Upon hearing these words, Bai Qi's mouth twitched slightly. The Sima family indeed wasn't a good one, but how had they managed to deceive the Federation in the past?
Did it mean that even the Federation internally was corroded by the Death Round Table?
"What do you think, Master Bai Qi, of our work clothes? If you like them, I can get a set for you."
Sima Jing looked at the Azure Dragon, formed by the eleven knights in the distance, and said, "This foolish guy at rank eleven sacrificed himself, his position is now vacant. If you're interested, Master Bai Qi, I, as the knight of the third rank, recommend you to replace him."
"Recommend me? Sorry, I'm not interested in the number eleven."
Bai Qi waved his hand and said, "Moreover, shouldn't you, Sima Chuanqi, take care of your own matters first?"