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.
