C731 Ancient Race
Jiang Chen slowly stood up from his seat and cupped his fists towards Dong Mei.
"Sir Jiang Chen, my clan's young miss invited you to the ship."
Dong Mei's voice was not soft, not to mention the geniuses in the pavilions, even the cultivators on shore could hear him loud and clear, and for a moment, countless gazes of jealousy and envy turned towards Jiang Chen