"Hmph! What's so arrogant about it, if it weren't for this dumb tiger, I, Demon Monarch, would swallow you, this bean sprout, in one gulp."
Fang Yuan snorted coldly in his heart, his tiger eyes glaring at Xiao Zi.
Although Jiang Che could fly, Fang Yuan wasn't Xiao Zi; he was too heavy, simply unable to be carried.
So, the two tigers could only walk towards the mountain peak where Nangong Luo was located.
Fortunately, the distance wasn't far. Jiang Che had just delivered the plundered Spirit Fruit back and hadn't flown long before encountering Fang Yuan.
After a while of walking, Jiang Che brought Fang Yuan to the foot of the mountain.
Fang Yuan looked up towards the snow-covered peak, sensing a familiar aura; it was undoubtedly the third sibling.
Throughout the journey, Fang Yuan had been extremely obedient, not attempting to escape.
It's not that he didn't want to run, but he knew he couldn't escape.
