The hall of Senluo.

"when the immortal comes to the local government, the little immortal will be far away from you. Please forgive me." The king of Yan, dressed in black Python robe, said respectfully to Luo Tian, who was sitting on the chair.

Luo Tian took a cup of tea on the table and took a sip. He didn't say a word. He just sat there and smacked his mouth. In that posture, he didn't pay any attention to the local leader in charge of the life and death of the common people.

"finished?" After a long time, Luo Tian finally looked at Yan Wang with his eyes: "I...