"Pfft!"
Fan Weidong had just raised his teacup, but he had not even swallowed the tea yet.
It suddenly sprayed out.
He stared in horror at the dark figure before him.
"What? Did my servant scare you?"
Chen Xuan asked, a trace of surprise on his face.
"No, no! I just almost choked for a moment!"
Fan Weidong hurriedly waved his hands.
Yet his heart was surging like a tempest.
What had he seen?
Bobo!
An extremely rare Phantom Beast.
Of course, that was not what had surprised him.
It was its rank!
Fan Weidong could sense it.
This Bobo's rank was above Platinum Rank.
"A Platinum Rank Phantom Beast, used to serve tea and water?"
"Just what kind of background does this curator have?"
"Wait, that thing at the entrance isn't armor!"
"That's—"
Fan Weidong's gaze landed on the suit of armor at the entrance.
His pupils immediately contracted.
"General Wei Wu!"
Fan Weidong cried out in shock inwardly.
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Chapter Forty-Seven: The Crisis in Jiangyuan City
"Thank you for your hospitality, Curator Chen!"
"This tea today is the best tea I've ever had!"
"You're welcome. It's only ordinary tea!"
In truth, it was not ordinary tea at all.
It had been brewed from the leaves of a level-three spirit herb.
When he left!
Fan Weidong's entire body was still numb.
General Wei Wu guarding the gate.
A Platinum Rank Bobo.
And even other Phantom Beasts with King-Grade Bloodlines.
The Holy Dragon Dojo.
It was terrifying!
Curator Chen Xuan, in particular, made him feel unfathomable.
"That Holy Dragon, and the Beast God, must have some connection with him!"
"He's the dojo's heir. Could he really be a descendant of that Beast God?"
"And that divine beast is still alive?"
"Someone who can command a Holy Dragon