C2009 Dog Slave

"Gongzi, gongzi, take a look."

"Look over there, what's that?"

Above the clouds, Qii Yeming sat cross-legged on an Zhang Fei's sail with two girls. The flying sail was as stable as a rock.

Previously, Qii Yeming was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed tight.

There was no need for him to fight. Victory was in his grasp this time