Zhao Manyan clutched his chest, a bead of cold sweat trickling down from his temple.
Oh my God.
That scared the hell out of me!
I thought we were about to throw down with a Monarch-level creature!
Turns out it was a bunch of scavengers?
He first breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately tensed up again.
But those people had some serious nerve, stealing something right under the nose of a Monarch-level creature. Still, Flame Fairy had chased after them, so Chen Ying was safe for the moment, right?
No, they couldn't stay here for long. Who knew whether Flame Fairy would circle back, or whether those people had accomplices?
He immediately looked toward the still-shaken Chen Ying, preparing to join up with her.
Outside the chaotic scene, within the concealment barrier Fu Ye had set up, Ling Ling watched everything with a complicated expression.
"Are you really not going to intervene? If you don't, Jiang Feng might even... Chen Ying..."
Ling Ling was deeply conflicted, because she knew perfectly well that if Fu Ye stepped in, he could easily resolve every problem.
"It isn't that I refuse to act. These are Jiang Feng's own choices. After all, I'm not insane enough to insist on changing someone's future path. If she is willing to work for me, that would be ideal. If she isn't, I won't force her."
"Of course, in that case, I naturally won't help her either. I'll only take Little Yan away once she is born."
Half an hour later, Fu Ye was speeding along when he happened to run into one of the original World College Tournament main team members.
Nan Jue.
Nan Jue's group looked rather bedraggled at the moment.
All five team members had injuries of varying severity—burns, lacerations, and chaotic magical auras.