Hearing Great Sun Flame Emperor's words, Qi Yuan felt warmth bloom in his heart.
"If a Yin Spirit makes a move against me, I'll definitely mention Feng Jun's name."
His group friends really were wonderful.
Unfortunately, he was still too weak. He could only cling to the thighs of big shots and could not help them shoulder their burdens.
After ending the chat with Great Sun Flame Emperor, Qi Yuan switched to Blood Robe Sword God's account.
Sure enough, this account had received many friend requests.
"Is this the Eastern Lands President of the God Flower Society?
"As expected of a big shot—they didn't even change their ID."
He accepted the account named "Eastern Lands President of the God Flower Society."
Before long, a message arrived.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Robe Sword God, do you have a moment?"
"Yes."
"I never expected our God Flower Society's Eastern Lands branch to gain an expert as formidable as Fellow Daoist Blood Robe Sword God." The Eastern Lands President of the God Flower Society began by lavishing him with praise.
This made Qi Yuan a little embarrassed, so he asked directly, "What does the president want from me?"
"Could the conflict between Fellow Daoist and the Light Palace be settled?"
Seeing this, Qi Yuan was unwilling.
"The Light Palace and I share an ocean-deep blood feud. It cannot be settled!"
Was this Eastern Lands President of the God Flower Society here to act as a mediator?
"Just a few grievances. Why can't Fellow Daoist let them go?
"Fellow Daoist is strong, but two fists cannot beat four hands. The Light Palace has dozens of Purple Mansion cultivators gathered together, led by three late-stage Purple Mansions. If Fellow Daoist goes there, you will simply be delivering yourself to death."
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