Outside Red Moon Mountain.
A flying transport vehicle slowly ascended into the sky, drawing envious gazes from the vagabonds who stopped to watch.
"The young lady of the Brand Clan has left." Fisher looked at the departing flying transport vehicle, unable to suppress some curiosity as he asked Fluo, who stood at the hilltop beside him, "Fluo, do you think Hall Master Lin will join the Brand Clan?"
"I don't know." Fluo shook his head, his face full of indescribable joy, as if he'd won the lottery of Chasing Light City, "Whether Hall Master Lin joins or not doesn't affect us. All we need to do now is cling to the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall. With a wilderness force led by a martial artist, Red Moon Mountain is secure."
Fluo had been somewhat concerned before about whether the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall could maintain the wilderness trading outpost, even with the Phosphorus Fire Gang backing them.
But now, after the battle at Red Moon Mountain, Fluo had no such worries.
