Three Mystic Boats belonging to Red Armor Hall silently swept through the sky.
Aboard one of the Mystic Boats.
Grand Governor Yu Wei appeared calm, but intense concern welled up in her heart over her own situation.
Cheng Han kept saying that the Hall of Councillors was unsafe. Under the pretext of protecting her, he was effectively placing her under house arrest. He clearly meant no good.
What should I do when facing such a big shot? Yu Wei still felt a trace of resentment.
For this year's New Year Celebration, I personally invited your father-in-law to attend, and I looked after the Qian Family several times. Why do you have to make things so difficult for me? Soon.
The outline of the Tai'an Minor Spirit Realm gradually appeared ahead.
Although this was not Yu Wei's first time hitching a ride on a Mystic Boat, gazing through the porthole at the magnificent sight of the Spirit Leaves still made her feel refreshed and at ease.
With eyes full of envy, she secretly glanced at a Black-Robed Mystic Adept beside her and muttered inwardly, If I could become a Mystic Adept, would Cheng Han dare treat me like this?
This man was Zhao Qihuan, once the Garrison Profound Warrior of Anhua City and now an Affairs Profound Warrior of Red Armor Hall.
This time, as Cheng Han returned to the Tai'an Minor Spirit Realm, Profound Warrior Zhao naturally came along as one of the Hall Master's trusted subordinates.
A few seconds later.
Yu Wei suddenly spotted countless tiny black dots flying in from afar.
By a rough estimate, there were at least a thousand.
She froze for a moment, then blurted out, "So many Warhawks?!"
Zhao Qihuan looked over, then nodded. "This is the newly established Dragonhawk Legion of the Red