บท 1212: Yan City

Ximen Bo felt deeply guilty. While the two of them were talking, Little Rong had already formed a contract with the little white cat. Although Little Rong's strength had not increased, as Mo Li had said, how could the thing Beiting Huang had left for Xiao Rong be a defective product? No one had expected this white cat of unknown breed to be a supreme magical beast, a Nine Ice White Tiger with 70% pure bloodline.

"It's my fault. He thought for us more than we thought for ourselves!" Ximen Bai sighed and looked at the night sky outside the window. "The only thing I can do is follow him and build the Alliance Empire. In the future, we can bring the team to the 33 Heavens and create a world that belongs to us there."