"Who are you?!"
A bond had already formed between the Dragon Core and the Eye of Truth, and a hazy silhouette had just begun to emerge, only to be forcibly interrupted by this little girl who had appeared from nowhere. Worse still, the Dragon Core, which ordinary people could not even touch, behaved perfectly in her hand, even its blazing flames subsiding somewhat. The old man's black robe billowed and rustled without wind, while thick black mist swirled around him like dense ink.
Qian Wanyu took a look. Hey, wasn't this the person Little Fatty carried back? No, not a person-a dragon.
She hurried to catch the Eye of Truth, but the old man charged straight at her, laden with clouds of black mist.
"Idiot." Qian Wanyu met him head-on. They exchanged several blows in midair, and she devoured most of his black mist before kicking him down. Holding the Eye of Truth in one hand, she returned it to the case for safekeeping. "Old man, you'd better not snatch things that don't belong to you."
The girl with a beauty mark between her brows wore an arrogant expression. She glanced at Qian Wanyu and nodded approvingly. "Exactly. This Dragon Core belongs to my clan. Anyone who has touched it must-" Her gaze swept across everyone present. "Die!"
"Seventh Sister."
These successive spectacles had nearly scared Dongfang Minghui's soul out of her body. Little Fatty beside her was much the same, but after two cries of "Ah, ah," reacted swiftly, hoisting her up and heading for the outskirts.
"Little Fatty, hurry and carry that person away."
"Ah, ah." Can't beat them.
"Mu Sheng, leave with Ming Hui. Hurry."
Mu Sheng knew his own limitations perfectly well. Here, he would only hold them back; he could not help in the slightest.