At first, upon hearing the news, Lang Huan thought it must be that the Fallen Feather Saint Son had misjudged and provoked other Kings stronger than him.
But now, Qin Xian'Er actually said that he was killed by an external Human Race.
And most importantly, that external Human Race was all alone.
Faced with this, the entire Fallen Feather Race wouldn't even dare to retaliate against him; they even had to swallow their pride, apologize, and pay compensation.
This is quite something.
Lang Huan stood up in surprise, revealing her tall and slender figure.
Her purple skirt had a split design, showing off her ivory-like white and crystalline long legs.
Qin Xian'Er looked at Lang Huan's long and beautiful legs, her pretty face blushing slightly, lowering her head.
Lang Huan didn't notice; she was deep in thought about this news.
Because it felt too incredible.
"Are there any other detailed news?" Lang Huan asked.
