After spending a day discussing the empire's affairs with Hai Bo Dong and Teng Shan, and handing the Spirit Recovery Pill he had refined to Hai Bo Dong, Xiao Lei finally returned to his room.
He hadn't just claimed he was going into seclusion; he had genuinely been refining pills. After all, relations between the several empires had been somewhat delicate lately.
Only when his subordinates grew stronger could he handle everything with greater ease.
"Why are you here!"
As soon as he entered, Xiao Lei saw Ya Fei, who had been waiting there for quite some time. She had prepared everything for him.
Ya Fei didn't answer. Instead, she stepped forward and helped Xiao Lei out of his clothes, saying softly, "You must be tired. Get some rest first!"
By rights, Xiao Lei should have played along with the situation.
But his expression suddenly turned grave, startling Ya Fei.
"Go outside first. An 'old friend' has come!"
Though she didn't understand, Ya Fei obediently left the room and waited outside the door.
"What is it? Still not coming out? Do I have to drag you out myself?"
At a glance, Xiao Lei looked like a fool, muttering to himself. But soon, a figure slowly emerged from a shadow in the corner of the room.
He was still dressed like a familiar assassin, though the arm Xiao Lei had cut off had grown back.
"You barged into my room without permission! What, don't want to keep that newly grown arm?"
As usual, Xiao Lei began negotiations by giving the other party a show of force.
At his words, Ling Ying's figure stiffened. Clearly, Xiao Lei cutting off his arm in the Magical Beast Mountain Range was still etched in his mind.
If an ordinary person had said that, Ling Ying