"Sister!" Lian cried out in delight. The girl, however, seemed completely unmoved. She merely pulled Lian up from the ground, then said calmly, "Come with me."
"Sister, wait!"
Lian called out, then hurried over to Loot the Fae. Carefully, she picked him up and placed him back inside her hood.
"Thank you, Mr. Fae! Thank you, I found my sister!" she kept saying, tears glistening in her eyes.
Loot had originally helped the little girl purely out of the Fae's instinct to meddle in other people's business. Besides, he was the Prince of the Fire Fae, naturally proud and brimming with a sense of justice. Yet when faced with the little girl's gratitude, his heart warmed. He felt that perhaps his trip to the Material Plane had not been in vain after all.
The girl, however, had no intention of giving the two of them much time to dwell on their emotions. When she saw her sister pick up the Fae, she walked over, took her hand, and led her toward the rear door behind the pulpit. In fact, that was also where she had appeared moments ago.
The two sisters had only just started to leave when two angry roars suddenly rang out from the other end of the hall:
"Stop right there!"
"Stop!"
Lian paused slightly and turned around. She saw Fang Qi glaring furiously in their direction. However, the patriarch of the Goathead Cultists was looking that way as well. The two of them had shouted almost simultaneously, then froze and glanced at each other.
"Who are you?"
The patriarch immediately noticed the Jade Dragon Sacred Sword in Fang Qi's hand and shrieked in his raucous voice.
Fang Qi ignored him. It had been that little girl who had thrown the jar beside him earlier, exposing his