Outside the Spirit Origin World, the formations of both hostile sides stood in perfect order, their finest warriors all present. A great battle was on the verge of erupting.
Yet at such a critical moment, an abruptly arriving figure inserted himself between the two sides, shattering the tension.
Bì Luò looked at the figure before her with hopeful anticipation, assuming Lu Ye had come. Little did she know that this was Fang, transformed into Lu Ye's appearance.
Still, she could clearly sense Fang's fondness for her race's Sacred Object.
As Fang toyed with the little bow, his expressions became extraordinarily animated, until he even seemed somewhat cautious.
"Senior?" Bì Luò called softly.
Only then did Fang abruptly come back to his senses. His expression turned solemn as he looked into Bì Luò's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Miss, this treasure is fated with me."
After the Spirit Origin Race's supreme powerhouse had fallen, Bì Luò had taken charge of the entire realm. She was exceptionally clever and quick-witted; while Fang had been examining the little bow, she had already made her decision. Hearing this, she replied without hesitation, "I ask Senior to help my race resolve this calamity. Once it is done, Bì Luò is willing to offer our race's Sacred Object to you!"
The Sacred Object was precious indeed, but if it could help her race overcome this disaster, what harm was there in offering it up?
What was more, she had seen this powerhouse before her twice already and knew full well how formidable he was. If he chose to seize it by force, how could she resist? Rather than refuse and provoke him, she might as well go with the flow.
"Good!" Fang's eyes immediately blazed with light. Clearly, he had been waiting for those