A Plea for Help from Qian Daoliu!

Business?

It really was business; the only question was whether Qian Daoliu would come knocking.

"It just depends on whether Qian Daoliu is willing to pay."

"Third Brother, if he comes, what resources should we ask for?"

Xu Xiao was in a good mood. He had watched quite a show and brought Chuan Ling some business as well.

"Big Brother, we don't seem to lack anything."

"Money and resources—we lack neither. On the contrary, those several factions contribute vast amounts of wealth to us every day."

"For the moment, I can't think of anything we need."

Yue Guan thought about it. There was nothing on the continent that he particularly wanted anymore.

"That's true. I've gathered almost all the materials I need too. Come to think of it, there really isn't anything I especially want."

The only thing Xu Xiao was interested in at Spirit Hall now was Qian Renxue.

As for everything else, he had no interest at all.

"That's no problem. We can just go back and ask them."

"When the time comes, have them make a list and let Spirit Hall find everything on it."

"I imagine Uncle Ye and the others would be more than happy with that."

Yue Guan said with a smile.

"That's a good idea." Xu Xiao agreed.

Below, Qian Daoliu anxiously called out to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Big Brother, how is he?" Golden Crocodile asked anxiously.

"Quick, save Xunji first."

Qian Daoliu pointed at Qian Xunji, who lay nearby in a pool of blood.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was instantly dumbfounded. How had the Pope ended up like this?

After freezing for a moment, Golden Crocodile came to his senses, picked up the Pope, and rushed out.

Qian Daoliu began regulating his breathing. Even as he did so, his gaze remained fixed on