"How do you plan to handle the Seven Great Sects Re-election Tournament when the time comes? There's still some time before it begins."
Bibi Dong rested an arm on the table, propped up her cheek, lowered her head to look at Wang Zhao, and asked.
Wang Zhao slightly opened his eyes at her words, staring directly into Bibi Dong's gaze through a certain "indescribably wonderful" gap.
He had to admit, the view from this position was truly spectacular... Wang Zhao felt that its wonders were beyond words for outsiders. Of course, regardless of what he was thinking, Wang Zhao was a man who had maxed out his "acting" talent. His gaze remained utterly clear.
Simply put, innocent and pure.
"As for me, naturally I'll seize the chance to officially put 'Martial Soul Hall Holy Son Li Ming' on the stage."
Wang Zhao said.
"Then what should Dragon King Hall's Hall~ Mas~ Ter~ 'Wang Zhao' do?"
Bibi Dong blinked. Looking at Wang Zhao, she could not help reaching out to pinch his cheek as she teasingly asked along with his tone.
Naturally, Bibi Dong did not use much strength. Wang Zhao could even feel the softness of her jade-like hand, so he spinelessly made no attempt to resist.
"Isn't it just having Wang Zhao and 'Li Ming' appear at the same time? This immortal naturally has a brilliant plan."
Wang Zhao said casually.
"After all, I've long made ample preparations for this show that will be performed for the entire continent."
"Mm..."
As Bibi Dong watched Wang Zhao's confident expression, a strange glint faintly flashed through her beautiful eyes.
This brat was truly outstanding.
When exactly had she begun to feel something different for him, and why?
After all, Wang Zhao was someone she had raised since childhood. Well, although Die