Pillar of Yita

He thought for a moment, Tang De was still waiting for them in the hall, although a lich has no concept of time, he still sent out a Clockwork Fairy. With a flick of his finger, the fairy flew through the hall to inform Tang De. The golden orb caught the attention of everyone as it flew by, for a Combat Artisan was already rare—though Fang Hong himself was unaware of this fact, his skill in controlling Flexible Constructs had been honed to perfection through countless extreme conditions.

Even though it was just a Clockwork Fairy, when used by him, it was incredibly graceful. A local man in a robe nearby paused at the sight, directing his gaze toward Fang Hong.

To put it bluntly, after experiencing so many things, aside from the slightly lower levels of Luo Hao, Tianlan, Tang Xin, and Ai Xiaoxiao, the rest had gradually stepped into the ranks of Official Summoners, no longer the somewhat inexperienced, immature team they once were.

Tang De seemed to be chatting happily with the Necromancer, not caring much about their plan to attend the banquet, he simply waved his hand to send Fang Hong’s Clockwork Fairy away.

Upon retrieving the Clockwork Fairy, Fang Hong nodded to the mute servant.

The latter then respectfully bowed to him in gratitude, and then led them into the depths of the inn.

As soon as they left, the Descendants of Flor and their group entered the hall. The young man with silver glasses appeared unaffected by Fang Hong’s previous words, and the alliance official seemed to still be thinking about past issues, occasionally casting glances in their direction.

As for the third young man, he naturally bore a sullen face, masking his irritation for the moment.

The young man with silver glasses looked at the other two and asked: ”Do you think the Hailin Crown is in his hands?”

The latter was taken aback, as if remembering something.

He considered for a moment and shook his head, saying: ”At the time, he was just a survivor from the Morning Dawn Star incident, the Sea Witch orchestrated the battle that night, it seems unlikely she would allow the Hailin Crown to fall into his hands. Furthermore, following the Sea Witch’s movements, it appears her objective that night was achieved.”

The young man adjusted his glasses: ”That makes sense, but I still feel it’s not that simple.”

”Why?”

The alliance official turned to look at them upon hearing the conversation.

”I’m just speculating,” the former replied, ”But during the Fanric event, a Tada Clan Ritualist intervened on the other party’s behalf, those Lizardmen definitely don’t act without reason, you know they’ve been seeking the Ancient Sage and their prophesies left behind.”

”And the five Holy Relics are one of them.”

The young man with the sullen face responded: ”Even if he didn’t obtain the Hailin Crown, do you think he still has some connection to this matter?”

The young man with silver glasses took out a sheet of paper, unfurling it: ”This is the ancient Magic Guided technology left by the other party in Fanric, heard it was acquired from the Hall of Thousand Doors, but the technology on it reminds me of another incident. The occurrences in Mount Holy Pact,” he looked at the two, ”You should know the inside story back then, right?”

The alliance official shook his head: ”That’s between you and the Rainbow Alliance, I’m not involved.”

But the young man with a sullen face seemed indifferent, taking the paper in hand and his eyes flashing: ”Abyssal Sea Scroll?”

The alliance official noticeably stepped back slightly upon hearing this term, refraining from speaking further.

However, amidst their conversation, they were caught off guard as someone approached. It was the Istania local who had been observing Fang Hong’s group in the hall earlier. Listening to their conversation, he directly walked up, prompting a Summoner behind them to step forward, blocking his path.

And reminded him: ”Sir, please leave.”

But the man didn’t even glance at the Summoner, instead gently rotating the hand that reached out to stop him, causing the latter to stagger backward.

The remaining Summoners became tense at the sight, ’clang’ as they swiftly drew their weapons, pointing them at the stranger. But the man seemed unmoved, only fixedly staring at the three, asking: ”Were you discussing the young man who just left?”

The young man with a sullen face was infuriated, having fumed silently after the encounter with Fang Hong, now finding himself provoked further—moreover, what they were discussing was highly confidential, it couldn’t be allowed to reach an outsider’s ears so easily.

Thus he angrily responded: ”Who are you, what’s your concern with what we’re discussing?”

But the man didn’t even look at him, repeating his question word for word: ”Were you discussing the young man who just left?”

”I said, didn’t you hear me?”

The young man was incensed, stepping forward instinctively.

Yet, this was merely an unconscious move, and he barely had approached the stranger when a sharp pain surged through his hand.

The man somehow grabbed his wrist unbeknownst to him, twisting it forcefully, causing the young man to sweat profusely and kneel on the ground, crying out in pain. Witnessing this, Flor’s high-ranking member’s expression shifted, shouting at the stranger: ”What are you doing!?”

Meanwhile, he turned to the Summoners beside him.

”Go and save him!”

The Summoners, however, didn’t wait for his command and already drew nearer to the stranger—yet they hadn’t completely converged when the man turned back, looking at the displayed Factor IV in the center of the hall. Then the man held the young man’s wrist with one hand, extending towards it, fingers outstretched, beckoning it in this direction.