Chapter 693
At the same time, on a street some distance from the inn, Xien of the Spirit Race walked along while wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow.
"Whew, that was terrifying. I nearly scared myself to death."
Recalling how he had just been cowed by the bound magic power, Xien patted his chest as though still shaken.
"A Hero is a Hero indeed. No wonder that person kept reminding us to be extremely careful around him."
As he spoke, Xien leaped into the air.
He sped through streets and alleys at a startling pace, heading in a certain direction.
There lay a tribal territory.
It was the territory of the Spirit Race.
As the fourth-ranked race in the Succubus Territory, behind only the Stone Woman Race, Bi'an Race, and Canghui Race, the Spirit Race's territory in Succubus City was naturally neither small nor shabby. Not only was it located near an important district, but it also covered a vast area. People would have believed it if someone called them nobles of Succubus City.
Powerful auras occasionally rose from within the territory, telling others that the Spirit Race had no shortage of powerful experts.
When Xien flew into the Spirit Race's territory, several oppressive auras instantly locked onto him. Only after recognizing his identity were those auras withdrawn.
Xien entered his own race's territory and headed directly to where the clan chief was.
There stood a demon who looked slightly older than Xien, facing away from him.
"Big Brother!"
Xien landed behind the other man and called out to him.
The man was none other than the Spirit Race's clan chief and one of the Succubus's subordinates—Xisai.
"You're back?"
Xisai did not turn around, merely saying this indifferently.
"Yes, I'm back." Still looking shaken, Xien rambled on, "You have