Whoosh!
Su Qingfeng flicked out another Ninth Grade Qi Blood Pill.
At the same time, he frowned as he looked at his son!
You rascal, you're quite fierce in your ways, but why are you so wild? You've even made a Ninth Grade sworn brother, you seem rather arrogant.
Considering Zhao Qian'en's age, he belongs to the new generation of Ninth Grade.
"I, Wang Yetao, represent the Divine Land, thank Prince Qing for the Ninth Grade pill!"
Wang Yetao's voice was exceptionally loud, he intentionally wanted the whole army to hear.
Then, Wang Yetao flashed a smile and immediately rushed to Zhao Qian'en's battlefield.
"General Zhao Qian'en, this is the pill Prince Qing sent you!
"Yan Chenyun, catch!"
Wang Yetao flicked out two pills.
"Thank you, Prince Qing!"
Zhao Qian'en quickly replied.
He watched from afar, clearly understanding that it was Su Yue who deserved the thanks for the Ninth Grade pill.
Yet there's always an odd feeling.
