Fang Xing urgently flew away without any willingness to turn back, as though unable to bear the red dragon's pained cries. His expression was filled with anxiousness, and he flew faster and faster to leave the Hentian clan's gathering location without a care for anything else. Just as he was about to leave the entrance gate, however, a cloud hurriedly flew up from below, and the person standing on that cloud with a dark expression was none other than Hentian Qing.
"Xing Fang! Stop! I have something to speak to you about!" Hentian Qing had lost the arrogance she showed during their first meeting and was no longer filled with hatred towards him either. She had a dark expression on her slightly pale face and was wearing female clothing now, and she quietly stood atop the cloud while waiting for Fang Xing to turn around.
