With a solemn expression as if facing execution, Fang Xing returned to the side door. He looked up at the Demon-Slaying Talisman Decree with the large character "Execution" imprinted on his face, his eyes full of strangeness. Shen Xiu and the older cousin were waiting nearby for him to return with news. Seeing his appearance, they were secretly surprised. Just as they were about to ask him something, suddenly Fang Xing swung his large sleeves and stepped into the air, rising to a height of thirty meters. With a twist, he removed the decree and landed on the crown of a nearby tree...
"Uh... why did he remove that decree?"
Shen Xiu and the older cousin were stunned, followed by a wave of panic.
"Oh no, could he have lost his mind from anger and plans to cause a big ruckus in White Jade Capital?"
"This is not good. Causing trouble just after arriving, the ancestors won't be pleased..."
