Qingyueman's delicate body in the hall of president of Qiankun Temple is bowed to the ground, kneeling down to a man above. He is handsome, white-faced, with a golden robe, showing great respect and sacredness, but in his eyes, it seems to be very empty, without a trace of emotion.

"Are you the president of Qiankun Divine Court? Name in the newspaper!" Suddenly, ten big men beside the man began to drink at the green moon.

Ten big men, gold and iron armour, but they can't wrap their strong muscles in the slightest, like steel bars protruding, we can see their strength, each can be uprooted and reclaimed!

"Servant Qingyue,...