As expected, not fond of conflict, it immediately fled as soon as it fell slightly behind.
The resolute action of the Ancient Dragon was so admirable that even Fu Qian couldn't help but marvel.
At the same time, he had absolutely no intention of pursuing the advantage to chase it down.
One must think clearly; sitting in this position, if he hadn't been driven away by minor characters before, why would he be lured away now?
"Mr. Lu?"
Fu Qian, looking up at the hole in the ceiling, didn't maintain his proud gaze for long.
Soon, a figure squeezed through the large door that had opened in front.
Slender in build, eyes gleaming, and each strand of hair burning white like a filament–it was the Pregnant Angel Lorin.
And at this moment, a phantom white greatbow was drawn in her hands, with a sharp arrow aimed straight this way.
Such a murderous look could of course not have come from the person who just cried out in surprise; it was Ailina, who peeked out from behind her.
