Time seemed to freeze for several breaths.
Finally, Li Qingcang slowly descended, his feet landing firmly on the ground.
The pride on his face had not diminished, but his eyes had regained their clarity and resolve.
He took a long, hard look at Chu Fan, who was still tempering his body with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the conversations around him.
He knew that this was no time to worry about personal pride or the ownership of a treasure.
Zhang Tianyu was not dead. The threat remained. Among everyone present, only Chu Fan, who had managed to heavily injure Zhang Tianyu, had a real chance of fighting him, or even eliminating him!
Chu Fan's speed with his Body Technique was perhaps the critical weakness preventing him from finishing off this Demon for good.
Without a word, Li Qingcang reached up and unfastened the crimson cape from his back, which shimmered like flowing fire.
As the cape left his body, his aura seemed to dim slightly.
