"Maybe not..."
Ji Hongli comforted herself.
Thirty miles away, Xu Jin, cloaked in invisibility, silently sneaked near the King of Thunder Spirit and his men.
The King of Thunder Spirit and his five subordinates were three hundred meters away.
This was within the range Xu Jin's Mingji Star Pattern could sense, but simultaneously, it was a dangerous range; one wrong move and he could be discovered.
"My lord, why hasn't the King of Cold Ice arrived yet? Should I go and urge him?" one of the Sixth Tier Thunder Spirits asked impatiently.
"Why the hurry!
We can't urge him!
If we do, it would seem like we need him dearly!
That icy fellow, there's no way he would dare go to Thunderhawk's place alone!
Last year they fought fiercely; he almost got severely injured by Thunderhawk.
He will definitely come.
Let's wait a bit more!
You two, go hunt some wild game!
A picnic in the wilderness has its own charm!" The King of Thunder Spirit laughed.
