In the sky a hundred miles away from Qingyuan City, a streak of golden light and a mass of black cloud were racing one after the other.
Regarding the outcome of this battle with the Great Qin Empire, Fang Yuan was dissatisfied, feeling even frustrated.
Himself, a dignified Ancient Demon Monarch, was sneak attacked and injured by a bald monk, and in the end, he couldn't even retaliate. It was simply a great humiliation.
Thinking about that mysterious willow branch, Fang Yuan felt a gnawing hatred.
Let this Demon Monarch find out who it is, or else you won't get away with it easily.
Harboring this hatred, Fang Yuan raised his eyes, looking at the third sibling flying ahead, his eyes shifted as something came to mind.
In the next moment, Fang Yuan suddenly accelerated towards Nangong Luo.
"Hehe, third sister, do you know the origins of that willow branch?"
Fang Yuan approached Nangong Luo and asked fawningly.
