"Did you obtain some kind of chance?"
After a long time, a cold voice rang out from above, questioning in tone.
Qin Zi turned to look.
It was a handsome young man in a red feather robe, with a Phoenix Feather on his head, exuding a noble temperament as if he were naturally superior.
"Who is he? Seems like I haven't seen him before."
"I haven't seen him either."
"I know! He is Huangtian, the Young Master of the Phoenix Race. I saw him at the immortal Xiao Family, where the Xiao Family Divine Maiden was playing the flute for him!"
"What, the Phoenix Race?! I heard the Phoenix Race is an incredibly ancient clan, unfathomably deep, a giant in its own right!"
Someone exclaimed, revealing the person's identity.
Qin Zi remembered the time he was deceived by the Phoenix Race, almost taking the thieves as his family, and his face turned cold. He said lightly, "None of your damn business."
Wow!
