Fang Zhixing replied: "Alright, I know."
Xigou blinked, puzzled: "Since your duel is in three days, why has Master Xuanji invited you over now? Could it be a trap?"
Fang Zhixing pondered: "Perhaps he's trying to probe my background, but I have three eyes. In front of me, he is bound to expose more."
"Let's get going then!"
Xigou couldn't wait any longer, being of the second-grade Bloodline, he felt no fear at all.
Fang Zhixing had no objections.
A moment later, under everyone's gaze, Fang Zhixing stepped onto the Interstellar Teleportation Formation.
Accompanied by a burst of bright light tearing through the sky.
In the next instant, Fang Zhixing appeared on another Interstellar Teleportation Formation, arriving at the Immortal Palace of Xuanji Palace.
At the base of the steps stood an elderly man with white hair who laughed loudly: "Welcome, old friend, to my humble abode."
The greeting "old friend" made Fang Zhixing pause for a moment.
He turned his head to look.
