Translator: Aran

  There was an excited light flickering in Ximen Yeshui's eyes, like he was a cat that was about to trespass on a shallow pond with lots of fatty fish. He could not wait to feast.

  Wen Wan's hands also loosened on Little Nine.

  But at this time, an unexpected change appeared.

  There was a figure that walked out from deep within the place where the Brute Race envoys were staying. An expert that seemed like a Brute, under the accompaniment of hundreds ..