"Be careful," the Crown Prince reminded.
"This subordinate understands!"
Feng Jiu walked closer and stretched out her jade-like hand, placing it on Zhang Ronghua's protective shield. She mobilized the Phoenix Divine Fire and unleashed its power to the maximum, enveloping it and burning it.
Sizzle…!
The air waves spread out. One side defended and the other side attacked. Just as Feng Jiu said, without the support of the follow-up force, the protective shield was limited no matter how strong it was. It was worn away bit by bit. It would not be possible to break it in a short time.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon.
In the front hall.
Jiu Xuanji and Jiang Tian sat on the chairs on the left. There were six plates of pastries and a pot of tea on the low table. Since morning, they had drunk three pots of tea and had not seen anyone. Shuang 'er left after bringing them here. Qing Lin did not come either.