Everyone present, including Wang Litian and Holy Master Tianxiang, felt the same way.

The smile in Wang Litian's eyes grew wider, but at the same time he said to Wang Teng: "Teng'er, the Jiuding Conference will be held soon. Follow me back to Fuleitian."

"Young friend Wang Teng is truly extraordinary. He has the appearance of an emperor."

Holy Lord Tianxiang couldn't help but praise.

Wang Teng restrained his sharpness, bowed to Wang Litian and the Holy Lord Tianxiang, and then said humbly: "Senior, you are so complimentary."

The words just fell to the ground.

"Are you tickling me?"

A lazy voice sounded, making everyone present feel like they had seen a ghost.

They looked towards the black hole.

In the middle of the black hole, I saw a young man in black robe with his hands in his pockets, twisting his neck, with an indifferent look on his face.
Chapter completed!