"Mr. Xiao, you're Chinese, right?"
Shava looked at Xiao Yifeng as she spoke.
"Yes!"
Xiao Yifeng nodded slightly.
"I've always admired Chinese culture and wanted to experience the landscapes and scenery of your country. If I have the chance to visit, I hope you'll help show me around your homeland."
Shava said earnestly.
"Absolutely, no problem. If you come to China, you're very welcome."
Xiao Yifeng replied faintly.
At the same time, in Europe, at the Saint Hall.
Inside a large hall of the Saint Hall, Holy Lord Saint Paul looked grim, his eyes flashing with icy chill. The scarlet-clad Archbishop, the white-clad Archbishop, and the leaders of the Saint Hall's knight order were all gathered there.
"Holy Lord, the Saint Heir was gravely injured, and he consumed a large amount of his bloodline power in the process. This is outright provocation against our Saint Hall, and we absolutely cannot let this slide."
One of the knight order leaders spoke coldly.
