Just crawled out of that deadly Demon Beast's nest, and before he could even catch his breath, the sounds of fighting came from the other end of the valley. Hearing this, Fang Hao's head throbbed. This damn Secret Realm was practically a giant powder keg—wherever you went, it blew up!
He turned his head to look at the Little Princess Mu Zhenqing beside him. This little ancestor had just survived a life-or-death chase; her face was still deathly pale, and she clung to Fang Hao's sleeve, her eyes filled with lingering fear. The Nanny beside her wasn't doing much better—her hair was disheveled, her official robes were torn in several places, and she was leaning against a tree, gasping for air.
"Guest... Guest Official Ning, it sounds like another fight has broken out over there?" the Little Princess asked timidly, her voice still trembling slightly.
