"Are there people behind us as well?"
Fang Hong just nodded slightly.
He lifted his head——
In the valley, a wind arose, the cold wind cut through the dark rocks like knives, swirling up bundles of snowflakes. On the airship platform, Miss Maid was using her metal gloves to sweep the snow off the deck.
She suddenly turned around, looking in a certain direction.
"Someone's coming." Bakins' voice sounded a bit winded — the old sailor took a swig of alcohol, warming his body against this damn weather. He squinted forward as well, the howling wind causing his coat to flap loudly.
He tossed away the empty bottle in his hand — as if to confirm his words, a group of people emerged in the snowy wind, led by the Alchemist and the Dark Fairy Tale.
