"What?"
The Dragon Lord and the six other members of the Sponsor Team looked as if they had been struck by lightning. The meaning of Baishan Jun's post couldn't have been clearer: an enemy of Ming Feng Tower was an enemy of the Medicine King Valley!
Others might not dare to provoke members of the Mist Chant Martial Meeting's Sponsor Team, but the Medicine King Valley was different; it was a Totem Organization. Even if they were to massacre every member of the Sponsor Team, the three Judicator Families wouldn't say a word.
"Quick, notify Long Wu! Tell him not to go to the Ming Feng Tower's Yunluo City branch! Hurry!" one of the six other members of the Sponsor Team urged frantically.
"Right, right…" The Dragon Lord fumbled for his phone and quickly dialed Long Wu's number. He was met with a recorded message.
"The number you have dialed is currently out of service…"
