"From the Upper City District to Mist Shield Manor on the main street?"
Upon hearing Fang Hong's words, Diket and Misu stopped and looked at him with some surprise. It appeared that Lord Praetor's behavior was inconsistent—the Upper City District and Hustings Cathedral were not in the same direction, and that path was not only a roundabout way but also troublesome.
Luen Linxiu had already begun shaking his head, looking at him: "Why choose this path, Mr. Luen? It seems quite unnecessary."
Fang Hong glanced at the scepter in his hand, which on the surface did indeed seem pointless, but that was only on the surface.
If everything followed the logic of reality, the power of the Dragon's Golden Eyes within this Phantom Realm should have been unmatched, and it should have already escaped its confines—
But that had not happened, had it?
It seemed that everyone here had forgotten that point.
