Shen Fan watched the two of them disappear at the edge of his vision.
Then he found one of Flame Venerable's personal guards and asked about Qiutian's identity.
When he learned that Qiutian was the confidant of Yan Wuxin, Flame Venerable's younger brother, Shen Fan's eyes narrowed.
He felt that this colleague of his was probably doomed!
It wasn't that Shen Fan had already guessed Qiutian's plan. He simply couldn't think of any reason why someone suspected of being an Abyss Ruins spy would spare Flame Venerable, a Divine Son of the Fire Origin Spirit Race.
Shen Fan lightly tapped his arm with his fingertips.
Should he warn him?
The thought had barely arisen before he stamped it out himself.
He recalled what he'd been through these past few months.
Ever since he'd revealed his strength as a Seventh-Rank True Ancestor, Flame Venerable had been like a piece of sticky cowhide he couldn't shake off.
"Shen Fan, your True Ancestor body is quite special. Let's spar."
"Shen Fan, your spearwork is pretty good. Dare you compete with mine?"
"Shen Fan..."
Almost every day, Flame Venerable came looking for him, demanding a battle under one pretext or another.
The Fire Origin Spirit Race's combative nature was on full display in this Divine Son.
Arrogant, overbearing, and unwilling to listen to anyone.
Shen Fan had no interest in meaningless battles. He'd come here only to accumulate merits and exchange them for the Fire Origin Spirit Race's Heaven Origin Fruits.
He refused him again and again.
And the result of those refusals was endless trouble.
During battle, at least, Flame Venerable didn't bother him.
But in peacetime, all sorts of emergencies would inexplicably arise in the defense zone under his command, each requiring immediate attention.
The soldiers assigned to him were also always