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
