"Why are you here?!" Fey's expressions darkened as his mount came to a sudden stop.
Not far from him, there was a powerful wind storm. In the eye of that storm, he could see a vague silhouette of a woman. Even though the figure wasn't clear, he could still recognise the woman.
"Are you going somewhere, my dear son?" A melodious voice came from within the storm, falling in Fey's ears like a thunderstorm.
Fey had never relied on his own strength, only focusing on getting stronger slaves. And one of his first few slaves was the woman in front of him.
It was the mother of the person that he had possessed, also being the corner Tower Master of the Wind Tower.
Although some of the family heads that he controlled had long surpassed the strength of the masters of towers that had previously been destroyed, their strength didn't belong to Fey.