Jiang Dali halted his steps, his handsome face expressionless as he looked at Dugu Qiubai, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, and the two simultaneously shifted their gazes, not verbally expressing their thoughts or battle intent.
"Marquis, this time we're counting on you and Mr. Ao. If you can obtain suitable Qi Fortune Techniques or any strange treasures within the Human Emperor Tower, please don't forget my He Family."
At this moment, He Jin approached with an old man who was as tall as a lion.
The old man's face was purplish-gold, his nose like a hanging gall, and eyes like copper bell, his beard and hair both bristly, suffused with a threatening aura. Though usually he didn't speak lightly, at this moment he politely clasped his fist towards Jiang Dali, and with a faint smile said, "Mr. He's words are somewhat amiss. This time with Mr. Jiang personally taking action, I'm merely following along to drink some soup and reap some benefits."
