Fang Bai moved like a dragon-snake, his speed astonishing. One moment he was near Isabella, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred meters away, vanishing into the vastness of the boundless desert.
Isabella stood in place, silently watching Fang Bai leave. After a long, dazed moment, she let out a deep sigh, stepped back to the great hall, and sat down on the lofty stone chair.
She set her staff aside, propped her chin with one hand, her mind in a messy whirl, filled with the infuriating face of the young Huaxia man.
"That man is simply too powerful! During our fight just now, he was thoroughly in his element, clearly holding back some of his strength... Who on earth is he? Why has he been unknown and inconspicuous? If that man joins the 'Dragon Guard' of Huaxia in the future, it would be a disaster for the 'Statue of Liberty'!"
Isabella murmured to herself, her face filled with worry.
