“It’s him?!”

Yin Yanan jerked her head in Fata’s direction and said, “What is he doing here?!”

“I suppose he came to talk to me,” Nie Tian said.

Eyebrows furrowed, Mu Biqiong said in a soft voice, “That Floragrim is by no means insignificant.”

Fata had killed a large number of Earth Spirit Sect disciples, Qiu Ji being the only survivor. Given the surprising battle prowess he had displayed, Qiu Ji would probably have died too if that was what he had wanted.

In Mu Biqiong’s eyes, this Floragrim was also very dangerous.

“He’s here to talk to you?” Yin Yanan pondered briefly. “So... do we slow down for him?”

Nie Tian nodded. “He can’t be more powerful than Yuan Jiuchuan, and there are three of us and one of him. There’s nothing for us to fear from him.”

“I guess you’re right.” Convinced, Yin Yanan gradually slowed down her air-transportation spiritual tool.

Fata rapidly flew close.

As he did, he looked over his shoulder from time to time at the Fortune Wells region, his expression grim.

Chai Longge and his sister hadn’t...