C1009 The Arena

Qing Feng stared at Wan Shaan with a serious expression. He knew that Wan Shaan must have something to do with his past. He wanted to know what it was. Otherwise, every time he thought of something, he would have a headache.

"I'll sell you to the Arena tomorrow. Hehehe, perform well." Elder Hsing said with a sneer.

Then he turned around to look at Qing Feng with a mysterious smile on his face