The middle-aged man, dressed in a snow-white Confucian robe and with a gentle and elegant smile on his face, was Xiao Fankong's best friend when he traveled to the divine realm.

Behind the knife in the North Palace is his only son, the Northern Palace minister, who is only in his early 500's and has reached the middle of the lower deity, a rare talent.

After a greeting, the North Palace waved its hand, and two servants with the central god, standing nearby, came up with two gift boxes in their hands.

"Brother Beigong, are you here?"

Xiao Fankong looked at the Northern Palace with some puzzlement.

The other side...