Pillar of Yita

The Communication Crystal faintly lit up in the darkness; Fang Hong cradled it in his right hand and a row of bright characters illuminated his somewhat cool eyes. He then set the Crystal down and lifted his head, silently looking ahead.

”Alice is over there, let’s go,” he announced.

”Do you really trust her?” Sophie stood on the other side of the Light Page, calmly watching him. Behind her stood the great statue of the Commercial Goddess, with Lady Roman bowing her head, holding the Scales solemnly.

”We have no choice but to trust for now,” he responded.

”But she could have sold you out to the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team. You know, if she hasn’t done so before, it might have been because they weren’t ready yet,” Sophie said.

Fang Hong nodded quietly, ”I am aware.”

He glanced at the others, ”So, assuming we’re trapped, how certain are your people that they can carve out a path of blood?”

Sophie also glanced at her teammates.

The people shrugged their shoulders, only the leading Knight told him that they had less than a thirty percent chance. The Knight looked down at the Lonely Bridge in the darkness and added:

”Rain Listener, Blood Oath Alliance, Jiefulite Red Cloak Team, three guilds’ teams—but fortunately, their numbers are not too large, not even up to two and a half companies. Plus various small guilds, that becomes a headache, but it’s not unthinkable—”

A Papalarian reminded from the side, ”Don’t forget the Night Lizard People.”

After thinking for a moment, the Knight frankly admitted that if the Night Lizard People were counted, then it truly was unthinkable.

Behind the Knight, Dianmo Ran Qingzhu, who seemed to be participating in such an event for the first time, looked nervously at others after hearing this conversation.

Xiangzi also took a slight breath next to her, his movement was very subtle, but Fang Hong noticed it. The rest seemed indifferent, probably because they were the Silver Weslan, the silver roses that bloom below valor.

As for Tainaric, the Lizardman was like an arrow on a string, ready to launch, holding a long spear, ready to pierce the enemy’s heart.

The hill girl with bandages still wrapped around her waist frowned and stood aside, looking at him with some suspicion.

Fang Hong glanced at everyone once more.

”Then let’s set off,” he said softly, ”The Night Lizard People can be disregarded for now, thirty percent is already enough.”

The people didn’t object, as if it was a matter of course, and silently chose to follow.

Near the Lonely Bridge was a piece of an ancient district sealed away by history, broken streets hanging in fragments, suspended in the darkness, but at this moment, it was bustling with people, surprisingly lively.

Seeing this scene, Fang Hong couldn’t help but have a ridiculous thought—perhaps this place had never been as full of life and noise in the past thousand years, as it was right now.

And earlier in time.

Perhaps only then could one reenact the scene before him, but that was the era of the Xinsas Serpentfolk, where neither the Chosen nor the Adventurers existed.

At the prearranged spot, under the broken wall of the Holy Sanctuary, Fang Hong saw Alice, who, just like the Covenant, was waiting there with only a few people.

The excuse Fang Hong had given her was to not bring too many people and to avoid attracting the attention of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team.

She seemed to have taken it to heart—

But still, Fang Hong cautiously surveyed the surroundings; several Clockwork Fairies swiftly flitted through the darkness under his command—in fact, as long as he wanted, no one could detect the Clockwork Fairies’ trajectories. The vision feedback from those ’Construct Eyes’ didn’t uncover too much that demanded attention.

It seemed everything was going according to plan.

As Fang Hong approached closer, Alice, not giving him a chance to speak, grabbed his wrist and complained with a frown, ”You’re late, Mr. Ade, come with me, I’ll take you over there.” She said, leading him in a direction.

Fang Hong paused, but didn’t resist, allowing her to pull him toward the outside, where he saw Rain Listener’s people waiting to make way for them through the crowd towards the fallen Spire—that Lonely Bridge in the darkness.

He lowered his head and asked:

”Is she there?”

The girl nodded.

”Is it Hilveld?”

Alice stopped and nodded again.

Fang Hong went silent for a moment, ”Are the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team and Blood Oath Alliance already on that bridge? How are we going to get across?”

”I’ve left some of my people here, just pretend to be Rain Listener members, and you can pass,” Alice turned to glance back at Fang Hong, softly saying as if truly concerned for him, ”Follow me, Mr. Ade, I’ll take you across.”

”Wouldn’t that affect your plan?”

”It won’t,” Alice shook her head, ”The Blood Oath Alliance won’t let us off easily, Rain Listener was just playing along with them.”

As she spoke, she handed a vial to Fang Hong, telling him that it was for Tainaric because the stature of the Lizardman Prince was too conspicuous and could only be temporarily concealed using the Invisibility Potion.

She seemed very sincere, and Fang Hong, without any expression, received the potion and passed it to Dianmo Ran Qingzhu nearby, instructing him to hand it to Tainaric behind them. But the young Natural Historian clearly understood the implicit message, covertly checked the potion, and then while handing it down, sent a signal that meant ’everything is okay’ to Fang Hong.

The potion was indeed real, and even Fang Hong started to doubt for a moment—there were too many uses for Invisibility Potions, was there any need for such superfluous actions? Actually, Silver Weslan had also prepared some Invisibility Potions to use for Tainaric, but he hadn’t expected that the other side would bring it up voluntarily.