Although Huang Fan didn’t know who Hua Mu was, he could sense that he cared about Nie Tian a great deal.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have cast every scruple aside and dove into the spatial rift right after Nie Tian had fallen in.

After realizing that, Huang Fan understood that, whoever Hua Mu was, he must be on the same side as them, so he grew relieved.

“Let’s go!” Without waiting for Nie Tian to speak, he grabbed Nie Tian and dragged him towards the dusty-gray vortex.

Nie Tian didn’t struggle, and let himself be dragged away.

However, as they moved closer towards the vortex, he couldn’t help but turn back to check on Hua Mu with a concerned look in his eyes.

He noticed that looming, ancient symbols could be seen inside each of the ghostly, green flames that Hua Mu had wreathed...