C787 A Messenger from the Emperor's Island

A trace of joy flashed across Gong Zilin's eyes when he heard that. He picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. He nodded and a smile appeared on his lips. Although it was still cold, the wind could feel that the Sun Flower was slowly melting under that cold smile.

Gong Zilin held the piece of paper tightly. It was a group of three people from Imperial Island