"Hello."
In response to the warm greeting from a former teammate, Fu Qian was equally polite.
Even though the person standing before him was almost impossible to uncover his identity.
The characteristic of the Saint Fighters is that although the powers granted by their equipment might be magical and powerful, they themselves do not receive feedback from the supernatural level.
Unless Ice held the Golden Staff of the Sage Old Master, to her, he would just be an ordinary middle school student.
Even with an immature pimple on his nose.
Of course, even so, beneath the gentle exterior, there was an extraordinary aura that was apparent at a glance.
But under the call of fate, the adolescent rebelliousness in Fu Qian made him unflinchingly meet her gaze.
His eyes focused more on the golden helmet rather than her pretty face.
"I thought I wasn't welcome."
In the harmonious atmosphere, he added another sentence.
