Soon, only Qi Yuan, Huo Junhan, Shen Yaowei, and Yao Qingyi were left in the hall.
Qi Yuan looked at the three people in front of her, and a helpless expression quickly flashed in his light-colored eyes. "Are the three of you really not leaving? This isn't a small matter. One mistake and you might die in the hands of the ghost race."
Huo Junhan raised his eyes and looked at Qi Yuan calmly. "When you talk, do you always like to waste time like this?"
Yao Qingyi couldn't take it anymore. She sighed and said, "Your Highness, Master is only concerned about our safety."
"Only the weak need to be taken special care of. I don't need it."
Shen Yaowei looked at Qi Yuan's slightly pale face and pinched Huo Junhan's palm. "Imperial Preceptor, you don't have to mind. However, I just heard Imperial Preceptor mention two divine weapons. I wonder what they are?"
