Qing Gai stared at Heiye, speaking calmly, word by word.
"Divine Elder is right, City Lord Heiye's Heiye Elixir is extremely effective, it is indeed the best treasure to inspire ordinary Martial Artists, without exception."
"Indeed, Elder Qing Gai has strategic foresight, such an extraordinary vision, worthy of being a strong figure from the Eight Races Sacred Land, truly unique in insight."
"City Lord Heiye, hurry and thank the Divine Elder for relieving Elder Qing Gai's worries, this is truly your blessing."
Several Deputy City Lords hurriedly flattered.
At the same time, they looked at Heiye, each with a solemn expression, but in their eyes were hints of mocking contempt.
Hmph.
Heiye, you're finally facing this day.
Fawning beside Cang Ji, having your way in Jing Niao City, casually killing our descendants to demonstrate military might.
Taking a chicken feather as a token of authority.
Now it's come, the evil has its retribution, your karma has finally arrived.
