C518 Refining the True Martial Pill

Ning Feng lowered his head, not daring to look at the City Lord in the eye.

Lee Qi, however, did not care. He held his head high and puffed out his chest, looking straight ahead.

He saw an old man with white hair and beard. He was very dignified as he sat on the seat of honor.

The wide seat was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and it was lifelike