Qingfeng paused in place, watching Quan Jin pull out several documents printed on the computer. He moved his lips, and everything merged into one word: "Okay."

She is so proud;

Wherever she is;

You will feel that everything is at ease.

She may not be a good person, but she must be a great person!

"Crack!"

The document was thrown on the table by a pair of white hands.

Quan Jin took his coat, turned around and left the office door: "Give the document to someone from the Guwu family."

"Tell him."

"That man is not dead, he is back."

Quan Jin did not confess his identity, and even if he did, his disciples would not believe him.

Seventeen years ago, she once said something to the Lord and all those who believed in her: She would only appear when they needed her most.

There is no crisis;

My king is not coming back!

"How is it? Have you found her?" The Guwu disciple kept staring at the door and rushed out after seeing Quan Jin leave.

Steal the documents from Qingfeng's hand.

His eyes fell on the font on the document, which clearly recorded the contact record between Lord Guwu and that person seventeen years ago.

Four words, bolded and enlarged: "Power is overwhelming...power is overwhelming all over the world?"

"Kyushu?"

"My king of Kyushu, wrap a thread around your wrist."

"Yes! Is it her?"

Qingfeng looked at the ancient martial arts disciple with his eyes wide open and excitedly clutching the document in his hand, as if he had obtained some treasure.

She couldn't help but take a step forward, mustered up the courage and said, "Miss Quan Jin asked me to give you a message."

"She said that the man is not dead and is back."

Not dead...

Did you hear that?

She is not dead!

The ancient martial arts disciple suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where Quan Jin left. His eyes were filled with gratitude and joy: "I'm not dead. It's good that I'm not dead."

"Seventeen years ago, it was the moment of her death. Yes, it must be true."

"If it weren't for the crisis, my king would never return!"

Countries around the world may not know this sentence.

But he knew clearly that he had heard these eight words from the Lord's mouth with his own ears: My king will not come until the last moment of crisis!

"Thank you, Miss Quan Jin, for me."

The ancient martial arts disciple clutched the printed papers tightly.

Turning to look at the three agents: "If there is anything I need help with in the future."

"I will try my best."

As long as you're still alive...

The only hope now!

Just before the Lord's change of throne ceremony, I found my king and told her that the Lord is in danger now. Otherwise, my king would never come forward.

That is the king of Kyushu.

Only as light, not as salvation!

"Your Majesty, wait!"

"Who did you say you were looking for?" Seeing that the Guwu disciple rushed out of the office regardless of his serious injury, the three agents quickly stopped him.

The ancient martial arts disciple stopped in his tracks.

His eyes and face were full of surprise: "He is from Kyushu."

What!

Is the person the Venerable is looking for from Kyushu?

"Sir, you are still injured, are you planning to rush to Kyushu from the headquarters?" the three agents asked in disbelief.

Seeing the ancient martial arts disciples nodding as they should.

The agent's jaw almost dropped.

As if they suddenly remembered something, the three agents quickly raised their heads and said eagerly: "The members of Kyushu are at the headquarters!"
Chapter completed!