Sect Master Tongtian nodded. Without offering any explanation, he faded into nothingness and vanished!
Ying Zheng weighed the Qiankun Axe in his hand, his expression turning somewhat strange.
He stood there, hesitating and pondering for a long while before finally coming to his senses.
He whispered a few words to a guard beside him, and the guard hurried away on his orders.
A short while later.
That guard brought Afang before Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty, Miss Afang has been brought here."
After bowing respectfully, the guard tactfully waved his hand, signaling the other guards to retreat far away and stand watch.
Afang looked at Ying Zheng in confusion and gave a slight bow.
"Your Majesty, did you summon this common woman for some reason?"
Ying Zheng held the Qiankun Axe in his hand, but kept that hand behind his back, not allowing Afang to see it.
"What do you think of this workshop?"
Afang nodded slightly.
"This workshop is excellent. It can produce even more cloth."
Ying Zheng suddenly brought the Qiankun Axe into view and had already twisted open its lid.
Whoosh.
A beam of light instantly burst from the Qiankun Axe, shooting straight at Afang!
Afang's primordial spirit leaped out of the crown of her head in an instant.
A trace of hesitation surfaced in Ying Zheng's eyes when he saw this.
Afang's primordial spirit suddenly burrowed back into her crown, and her dazed eyes immediately became exceptionally clear!
She gazed coolly at Ying Zheng, a hint of disdain appearing at the corners of her mouth.
"Your Majesty, what are you trying to do?"
Ying Zheng's pupils contracted!
He had never dreamed that Afang could actually resist the Qiankun Axe.
"Miss Afang, what exactly is your identity?"
Ying Zheng continued driving the Qiankun Axe. Even more dazzling light