Under the influence of Nepheli's methods, Brother Zetian had completely looked like a walking corpse.
Even when the three of them began to fight just now, he stood there dumbfounded without moving an inch.
So when faced with Fu Qian's sudden assault, he nearly didn't utter a sound and was dragged back.
After being forcefully pulled through the mist, his condition seemed quite poor, with a fierce and distorted expression.
However, Fu Qian didn't care about it at all and directly pushed him down onto a chair.
Upon closer inspection, that was even the one Nepheli had been sitting on before.
At almost the same time, as Su Gao struck down with another sword, the mist dissipated at a speed more than ten times faster than before.
Of course, it wasn't that Su Gao had suddenly evolved tenfold.
The next moment, Fu Qian looked at the figure that turned from illusion to reality not far away and nodded in satisfaction.
"It's still early; please sit for a while longer," he said.
