No wonder all the geniuses wanted to enter the eight divisions because they squeezed their heads.

"Women, do you have those eight?

Let’s hear it.”

Xiao Chen continued to ask.

And the waiter rubbed his fingers again.

The little cutie reached out and slapped him in the back of the head.

"You guy is a little greedy."

After being slapped, the waiter said honestly: "These eight saints are in charge: the Tianmen, Dragon, Yemen, Qianmen, Doumen, Shura, Jiala and Mora. Among these eight sects, the Tianmen and Dragon and Doumen guard the imperial capital. The Yemen are mysterious and good at assassination. The Qianmen and Mora tribe guard the passes, the Shura tribe is in charge of the dynasty and are the royal combat corps. There is very little news about the Gala tribe.

That's all I know."

The waiter rubbed his head.

The little cutie waved.

Xiao Chen's expression flashed, as if he was thinking.

The waiter left.

"Brother, what are your plans?"
Chapter completed!