Ding Hao's face suddenly changed. He looked shocked.

"I'll make a trip to the Celestial Tribe."

Before his voice died away, Ding Hao had already disappeared.

The Celestial City in the Celestial Tribe.

It was a small city which was built hastily. There were no tall buildings or sturdy city walls but a wooden palace and fences made of wood 1,000 years old, which were imbued with natural beauty.

After reading the thick ...