In the wreckage of the shattered warship.
Pang Jian stood among a host of Ice Tribe members mounted on flying spiritual birds, watching as the ferocious Ice Tribe warriors slaughtered the fleeing members of the Clan of Bright Moon toward the Mysterious Fog, like cutting melons and chopping vegetables.
Two warriors from the Ice Tribe, as sharp as ice spears and cold blades, stopped one on either side of Pang Jian, acting as guards by his side.
A chill began to burgeon in Zhao Yuanqi's heart as she said, "Have you ever thought..."
Before she could finish, Dong Tianze, Qi Qingsong, and Zhou Qingchen had already flown out of the gourd with surprise and delight, turning into brilliant lights shooting toward the wreckage.
The silver-haired girl was stunned.
In that moment, she realized clearly that the three who left without a moment's hesitation trusted Pang Jian completely.
"Are you worried he has been tainted by an alien god from the outer realm?"
