C1255 Black Armored Battle Slave.

"Humph!"

Yang Jiyu snorted coldly and walked towards Zhuh Qianqiu's residence with a flick of his sleeve.

Ming Jiutian and Sui Zhui chatted as they rushed towards Zhuh Qianqiu's residence.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Sui Zhui led the two of them to a small courtyard.

The courtyard was not big, and it was built in an ancient style