Two people came up to Fang Hong.
A young man wearing a chainmail shirt, with a longsword hanging at his waist, and leather gloves connected to a magic guided reactor behind him, had short clean hair.
He pretended to be proficient, but his nervous glances betrayed him completely. Although there was a trace of alertness in his dark eyes, one hand tightly clutched the hilt of his sword, clearly showing his nervousness.
Judging by his magic guided reactor, his level was not even fifteen, which couldn't even match most members of the Seven Seas Travel Group; he was just a newcomer.
His other hand protected a young girl behind him, who was the second person mentioned earlier.
