Even without turning around, Shana could sense it.
She sensed a familiar presence approaching her.
Though that presence was not as conspicuous as the Flame Haze Warriors and Crimson Realm Denizens who stood at odds with the world, it carried a blade-like sharpness.
In this world, only that person possessed such a presence.
"I was wondering what you might be doing at a time like this. So you came to a place like this to let your thoughts run wild?"
Fang Li, who had come to Shana's side, did not look at the petite girl. Instead, he gazed out at the nightscape before them with her, speaking with a light laugh as though this was exactly what he had expected.
"Looks like coming here especially wasn't the wrong decision."
Hearing that, Shana understood.
(Is Fang Li worried about me?)
The moment that thought surfaced, Shana felt an irresistible urge to relax her expression.
To keep herself from smiling, Shana could only restrain herself and force herself to calm down.
"So you know about Heavenly Shattering too?" Shana said, as though changing the subject. "That figures. You've always known so many unbelievable things."
At that, not only Shana, but even Alastor felt somewhat reflective.
Indeed, Fang Li had always known a great deal of information that others had no way of learning.
Take Bal Masqué's Imperial Mandate, for example. Fang Li had seemed to know of its existence long ago. Every word and action of his carried the air of a prophet. Even when they had parted at the Outermost Dwelling in the desert half a year ago, he had revealed fragments of information that the Serpent of the Festival would soon return. It was impossible not to be astonished.
*(Without the intelligence he brought us, Bal Masqué might have succeeded