A weary Lu Zixun rose and made his way to the reception room.
Quan Yifang's true form was a Sharp Clawed Tiger, and his human form was a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, appearing extremely reckless.
If one were to trade with him based solely on the first impression, they would definitely suffer a huge loss.
This guy's thoughts were as meticulous, almost catching up to Liu Wenxi's.
"Lord Xun."
With a smile towards Lu Zixun, Quan Yifang finally spoke, "May I know what Lord Xun has called me here for today?"
Observing Quan Yifang's casual demeanor, Lu Zixun instructed someone to serve tea and then said slowly, "Let's discuss a matter concerning the existence of the Demon Clan in Zone 13."
The tea-drinking motion halted, Quan Yifang swallowed his tea, put down his cup, and looked at Lu Zixun with a silent laugh.
"With the Demon Country presiding, who could possibly seal the fate of the Demon Clan with a single word?"
