This is the Divine Dragon Valley. The owner of the valley and several Supreme Elders have ascended and left.

The greatest power here is the Great Elder, and as a member of the Great Elder, he needs the respect of the old man in front of him and his two disciples.

This is the supreme authority that, as the great elder steward, he has in Shenlong Valley.

Long Qingfeng drank it one mouthful at a time. It looked more like drinking than drinking tea.

Just like a warrior who is about to embark on the battlefield, drink the wine before killing the enemy.

The old man with lowered eyebrows quietly drank up the spiritual tea in the cup, picked up the kettle on the table, and poured a pot of boiling water into the purple sand like a thin line.

After leaning a little, the fragrance of tea spreads again in the three feet of space in front of the table.

Picking up a cup of hot spiritual tea, Long Qingfeng took a gentle breath.

He said quietly: "What I want to know is, have you never been afraid when you stepped into my palace?"

Until this moment, the old man still did not raise his head. Wang Shimu felt that the old man in front of him was old and did not dare to look at the elder's butler.

After all, power is the best thing to rule the Shenlong Valley, and he likes this feeling.

In Wang Shimu's mind, even the aloof old man in front of him had to lower his noble head in front of the absolute power of Shenlong Valley.

Frowning, Wang Shimu looked at the old man and replied quietly: "This is Shenlong Valley, there is nothing worth being afraid of."

Long Qingfeng nodded and said coldly: "You don't even understand this truth, no wonder you are blind."
Chapter completed!