Master, What About Us?

The mountain wind swept across the plain, stirring the vine leaves that had yet to fully retract and producing faint rustling sounds. Qin Tian stood quietly where he was, able to sense several Stele Demons cautiously approaching from afar.

They had clearly been drawn by the energy fluctuations just now, yet the deaths of those three Eighth-Order Stele Demons had intimidated them, leaving them hesitant to come closer.

However, there was no longer any need to keep tangling with these Stele Demons.

Zyra's realm had already been completely stabilized. Devouring a few more Stele Demons would not mean much and would only waste time.

Besides, if they lingered in this area any longer, certain people would likely become unhappy.

Qin Tian waved his hand, and the Stele Spirit Fragments scattered across the ground rose like fireflies, gathering into a golden river before finally condensing into a huge ball of light in his hand.

At the same time, the green vines covering the entire plain rapidly shrank, reverting into tiny tendrils before contracting into countless small green seeds. They flew toward Zyra from every direction and finally entered her body.

In just a few breaths, that green ocean which had once covered the sky and earth vanished without a trace, and the plain returned to its original desolation and deathly silence.

"Look."

On a distant hill, everyone from the Xiao Family fixed their gazes on Zyra, their eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

They were all elites of the Xiao Family. Even the weakest among them possessed Sixth-tier Sacred Blood, and their senses far surpassed those of ordinary people.

From the young and beautiful woman, they sensed a gentle yet vast force of nature.

Judging by her appearance and clothing, she was vastly different from the Empire's Psionic Users who had