Sitting alone with Qin Feng, Ning Tingxue gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her face pressed against his broad chest, feeling extremely blissful.
After a while, she asked, "By the way, where are we going?"
"We're heading to Southern Abyss Ghost Land first."
Qin Feng replied.
"Oh? What are we going there for?"
Ning Tingxue was slightly surprised.
"To prepare for the follow-up forces."
Qin Feng said with a smile.
He knew that wanting to establish the Heavenly King Palace's power at the center of the world wasn't an easy task.
Although they had a large number of people.
But true masters were scarce.
For instance, for masters in the Spirit King Realm, there was only Ning Tingxue, and then Qingcheng, who was about to enter the Spirit King Realm.
With this strength, it wasn't enough to shine at the Round Table Conference.
In fact, when compared, it was even inferior to the Holy Soul Hall.
