The Demigod was furious, and the consequences were severe.
The storm howled, the killing intent piercing to the bone.
Though cloaked entirely in shadow with a face obscured, it did nothing to prevent Fu Qian from recognizing the figure and feeling the emotions bursting forth within.
Good news, the main goal of this trip was achieved—Lady Selana indeed came here.
Bad news, it seems her goal was achieved as well.
The clever, deceitful rat who led her into the current peril has been firmly targeted.
Of course, from this position, Fu Qian couldn't directly see traces of flames in the shadow.
But honestly, it's hard to judge Selana's status based on this; it's more likely that the mosaic is too thick.
"Alright."
But it doesn't matter, as a captive, at least one can provide a good attitude.
Facing Selana's warning, Fu Qian nodded and even managed to keep a smile, with a flawless demeanor.
"Where is Sorondir?"
