Li Guanyi and Li Zhaowen stepped out side by side.
Li Zhaowen was dressed in white, with black hair like a man's, and his eyebrows were bold as ever.
Still looking like a man.
Was this a promise revealed, or not revealed?
Changsun Wuchou's face was stiff, feeling even more stomach pain.
Li Zhaowen waved his hand, letting the hundred and twenty people in front disperse, revealing a path, and then casually said with clasped hands: "Mr. Li, the road ahead is infinite, the world is vast, you may go, and return someday."
"I shall command two thousand people to play the Breaking Formation Music for you."
The voice paused, smiling: "Do not forget our agreement, ah."
Changsun Wuchou: "....."
"???"
What agreement? I've been rushing all this way, what did I miss?
Changsun Wuchou felt bewildered and at a loss.
Stomach pain, stomach pain.
Li Guanyi waved his hand and said: "Today Erlang, you were truly formidable, it gave me quite a start! Consider yourself the winner!"
