They agreed that Song Jian would follow the Shadow Circus Troupe in secret to the Shadowfang Mountain Range, three days after their departure from Doomsday City. Having agreed on the details, Song Jian left the tent.
Qi Yun sat inside the tent, tapping his fingers lightly, seeming deep in thought.
"The dark flame on him radiates an aura of the Abyss..." Qi Yun pondered, "Could it be that he has become an Abyssal creature? No, that's not right. Abyssal creatures are always filled with murderous intent. He couldn't possibly be one of them. But, that dark flame..."
The Level Four Abyssal Raging Flame on Song Jian greatly alarmed Qi Yun. Such advanced Magic Flames were typically known only to the mighty Abyssal Lords.
Just then, Qi Yun sensed someone outside of his tent.
"Who's outside my tent?" Qi Yun called out sternly.
Hearing his voice, the person outside the tent noticeably trembled, and after a moment, a nervous Yuan Peilong peered inside.
