Or had an Envoy of the End appeared around Robin and foretold everything?
He pondered for a while, sensing a heavy undertone.
—Before traveling with a certain Blondie, Robin seemed to have worked with a certain Dragon Lord.
As a Dragon Lord, perhaps he had once encountered an Envoy of the End.
Or rather...
Perhaps an Envoy of the End stood behind all of this?
Sunday's expression darkened slightly. He watched Robin from afar in silence, as though trying to pretend he did not exist.
Yet for some reason, the woman across from him suddenly possessed the extraordinarily sharp sense of smell of a cheetah, as if she could detect every minute fluctuation in the air.
"Brother, so you were here."
Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable resolve.
Almost the instant her words fell, Sunday sensed a sharp chill, like air suddenly freezing in winter, tightening his heart.
Then, golden vines burst from the ground without warning. Twisting and coiling like venomous snakes poised to strike, they lunged at Sunday with lethal allure and danger.
Where had the power of the Immortal race come from?
Hadn't the Xianzhou people long since stopped receiving blessings from the Ambrosial Arbor?
Had Robin come into contact with other Abundance people?
Just what faction had she joined?
First the Prophet of the End, then a Dragon Lord of the Hunt, and now the power of the Abundance people had appeared?
Why was this such a ridiculous mishmash?
Sunday frowned. The wind swirling around him became sharp as blades, effortlessly tearing apart the encroaching vines.
Then he lightly waved a hand and landed gracefully beside Robin.
"Robin, my little sister... why have you come here?"
There was a trace of doubt and tenderness in his voice.
"I came to find you, to persuade