"Thanks, Little Fatty," Red Leaf turned her head back, smiled, and blew a kiss to the young fellow, then she stepped back next to the Annihilator, aware that there was another intact creature in the mist.
"I'm not Little Fatty, please call me Cartographer, Nightingale, the silent infiltrator, and also the bearer of the Thief Blade," Parker said discontentedly, "That sword was personally handed to me by the Lord of the Mountain."
"Thief Blade, Little Fatty, are you the champion of the Nightingale competition?"
"The overall champion of the Giant Tree Hill region," Parker added, though he was a bit annoyed, "Somehow, I can't find my short sword."
Fang Hong broke into a cold sweat.
He guiltily looked towards the mist, where the direction of magic power in the hall had quieted down, but his Ether Vision could still see disturbances in the fog, as if something was cleaving through it towards him.
Fang Hong was alarmed, a sense of warning arising in his heart.
