The two young figures suddenly paused in mid-air, then gently descended.
Four silhouettes met them mid-air; they were four young men.
Mo Qing frowned.
Fu Zheng also furrowed her brow, speaking softly, "Are they their fellow sect members?"
Mo Qing nodded, "It's a bit troublesome now."
She hadn't expected things to become so complicated. These four young men who came were all experts from the Li Huo Fist Sect.
The disciples of Li Huo Fist Sect were known for one prominent trait: their fiery temper.
Zhou Tianyue was already treacherous, with a fiery temper—let alone the others.
Before one wave subsides, another rises; they will certainly retaliate.
Fu Zheng sneered, "Does the Li Huo Fist Sect know what he did, yet still shelters him?"
"Certainly." Mo Qing nodded slightly.
Fu Zheng pursed her lips.
Mo Qing said softly, "The Li Huo Fist Sect does not talk reasons; they help relatives, not logic."
Fu Zheng scoffed, "They call themselves one of the Four Great Sects!"
