Yu Ziqing ignored King Xiang and flew straight to where the man in the robe was.

"The county magistrate of Dinghaicheng, Qing Ziyu, you are so polite."

"The county magistrate of Jiayincheng, Xu Yang, is polite."

After seeing the ceremony completed, Yu Ziqing asked.

"Do you know where this is?"

Xu Yang was slightly startled, as if his memory box had been opened. After pondering for a moment, he looked at Yu Ziqing and then at Prince Xiang.

"seal."

"That's right." Yu Ziqing nodded and pointed to Prince Xiang in the distance: "That's the strong man I invited to help break the seal. He has a close personal relationship with me."

"It turns out it was a misunderstanding, thank you." Xu Yang suddenly realized, and bowed his hands to Prince Xiang in the distance: "I'm really sorry, forgive me."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the situation, King Xiang flew over and asked.

"What is he saying?"

"He said it was a misunderstanding. He is sorry and asks for your forgiveness."

"Oh, it's okay. Do you know what is going on in this ghost place?" Prince Xiang looked around: "I flew thousands of miles, and then my direction was turned around silently. This place is a bit weird."

"Don't worry about this for now. Why did you start fighting with them?"

"I don't know. I couldn't understand what they said, and they couldn't understand what I said. Later, I saw that their tone was not very good, and then they started fighting..."

"..."

Yu Ziqing sighed.

If this guy hadn't been born into power, with a silver spoon in his mouth, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Just because of the language barrier, the county guard of a city can come with hundreds of monks to confront you, a ninth-level master?

Do you dare to talk more?
Chapter completed!