The battle was over, and the Tribunal had arrived as well. Mo Fan panted heavily and said, "Teacher Tang Yue, so TV dramas weren't exaggerating—they were realistic. The Tribunal always shows up last."
Tang Yue smiled apologetically. "Wasn't it because I trusted your strength? Besides, do you think our Tribunal is just sitting around doing nothing? The Black Flood Pavilion here was only bait, meant to draw our attention so that Salan could escape!"
"Then did you catch Salan?" Mo Fan asked curiously.
Tang Yue rolled her eyes at Mo Fan charmingly. Why did this kid always ask such embarrassing questions? Even so, she answered, "We underestimated Salan's influence. She hijacked a cargo ship and escaped!"
Mo Fan could guess as much. If his future mother-in-law were that easy to catch, then something would truly be wrong!
The Tribunal merely checked on Mo Fan, counted the number of Black Flood Pavilion members in black and gray robes he had killed, then left.
By the Tribunal's rules, they should have taken Mo Fan back with them. But with Tang Yue giving him the green light, no one said anything else.
Although Mo Fan was not injured, using magic left him mentally exhausted. Once the Tribunal had left, he plopped down onto the ground.
Seeing this, Ai Tutu immediately walked over and asked worriedly, "Mo Fan, are you okay?"
Worry also showed in Mu Nujiao's eyes. She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to ask, "Where are you hurt?"
Mo Fan waved a hand and forced a smile. "I'm fine. I just overused my Spiritual Power."
Not long after, people from the Magic Association arrived as well. They had come to clear away the Black Flood Pavilion corpses; they were from the cleanup division.
"Mo Fan, have