Bibi Dong remained silent.

A land of heritage corrupted by the Rakshasa God, a former legend transformed into a king of slaughter.

The combination of these two elements elevates the danger and mystery of Killing City to a whole new level.

"good."

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally spoke, "I'll go with you."

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

Having achieved his goal, Ning Liu picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for both Bibi Dong and himself, then proactively changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, what does His Holiness the Pope think of today's auction?"

The mention of the auction brought Bibi Dong's thoughts back from the City of Slaughter.

She picked up the teacup, but didn't drink; she simply watched the tea leaves floating in the cup.

"Three divine artifacts, earth-shattering. Sect Master Ning's skill is truly astonishing."

This praise comes from the heart.

"You flatter me."

Ning Liu laughed and said, "Speaking of which, wasn't it His Holiness the Pope who ultimately won the bid for that Sweet Spring Dew?"

"good."

Bibi Dong nodded in agreement.

She spent a lot of money, so she naturally wouldn't deny it.

Ning Liu's gaze passed over her and landed on Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had been standing quietly behind her. A playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Was it bought for His Majesty Yue Guan?"

Ju Douluo Yueguan's body stiffened.

Bibi Dong did not answer, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Ning Liu's smile deepened. He put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and casually extended an invitation.

"Since that's the case, there's no time like the present. My place is relatively quiet and safe, so why don't we take it now?"