"Are Martial Dao Divine People really that strong?"
Zhang Qirui and the others were half-believing and half-doubting.
There was still uncertainty in their hearts.
Everyone looked eagerly at Ning Xunqiu.
Ning Xunqiu shook his head.
Sometimes if people don't push themselves, they won't know how strong they are. Those so-called Divine Spirits of the Barbaric Realm, though terrifying to hear of, can be made to submit with just a few punches.
"Public matters are settled."
Ning Xunqiu spoke to himself.
"Next, let's talk about personal matters. My daughter, Ning Yu, has privately descended to the Lower Realm and is now wandering in the Qin Country of the Mountain and River Realm. She has a mischievous personality, but since she possesses my Divine Weapon, you needn't worry about her safety."
"She probably won't want to return home for a while, so I'd like to entrust her care to the Qin Country."
"Alright." Zhao Halberd's eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed solemnly.
