"Kid, whose disciple are you?"
The old man who quietly followed behind didn't immediately make a move, merely drifting along behind Fang Xing and the giant golden crow, his clothes fluttering like snakes. Despite the giant golden crow's high-speed flight of a hundred miles with a single flap, it was unable to shake him off even a little. Actually, it seemed like there was an invisible force tying him to the giant golden crow, causing him to be pulled along as they flew forward.
"Certainly not yours!"
Fang Xing, being bold and fearless, laughed and shouted at the old man, although his knuckles gripping the Ivory Mini Tower turned white.
Spiritual Power was already injected, ready to activate the tower, but the old man's next words left him momentarily stunned…
