"How many White Dragon Envoys have currently arrived in this sea area?"
"Forty-one!"
"What about the others? When will they arrive?"
"They will all arrive within the next ten days!"
"How many Nine Domain Dragon Kings have arrived?"
.....
White Dragon Envoy Quan Bing's expression was wooden and pained, as if he were a walking corpse, answering Shii Bei's questions mechanically. Occasionally, when his gaze swept over the Three-Floral Ghost Ants in Shii Bei's hand, his entire being would convulse suddenly, his expression becoming overwhelmingly fearful.
In just one hour, only one hour, a tough man had been turned into this by Shii Bei, answering every question without hesitation and speaking every answer without a second thought.
This left Ye Zhen extremely astonished.
"The Talisman Lead, give me a copy of your Talisman Lead for the Divine Record." After questioning for quite a while, Shii Bei made a request that Ye Zhen valued most.
"Talisman Lead....."
