Protecting Feng Zhoulong

Then he spotted Mo Fan several thousand meters away. With an Instantaneous Movement, he vanished from where he stood.

The next moment, Tang Miao appeared beside Mo Fan and the others.

As for the crowd watching the spectacle, he couldn't be bothered with them...

Shaja and Feng Zhoulong both froze when Tang Miao suddenly appeared behind them...

Mo Fan was completely dumbfounded too...

"Boss Tang... you... what is this?" Mo Fan stammered, at a loss for words.

It was supposed to be normal, in a way...

But!

Why did it feel so ridiculously over the top?

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Tang Miao looked at Mo Fan with disdain. With that country-bumpkin look, how could he be worthy of following him around?

"No... it's just that what happened earlier..." Mo Fan said, trying to process it as he explained what had happened.

After hearing Mo Fan's account, Tang Miao finally understood why so many people had gathered there—and why even people from the Magic Association had shown up...

So all that commotion had been because of him!

As he spoke, Mo Fan pulled up a video online. Clearly, someone had recorded what happened and uploaded it.

"This is a Gate of Space I've been working on, but I haven't mastered it yet," Tang Miao explained. Then he walked over to Feng Zhoulong.

Feng Zhoulong looked at Tang Miao as he approached, puzzled.

"I came here for one reason: to stop you from going to the Asian Magic Association to promote Fusion Magic," Tang Miao said bluntly.

Mo Fan was confused too.

Wasn't this a good thing?

Why stop him?

"Impossible. I'm going, no matter what!" Feng Zhoulong declared firmly.

If he didn't go to the Asian Magic Association and get the technique promoted, Fusion Magic would only be classified as