To Where They Started

Davis was quite surprised that Lest Mistwalker managed to make it here despite the apocalyptic flames starting to spread more and more around the realm. If they didn't secure this place before they headed to the central region, then it would be filled with apocalyptic flames right now, but it seemed like Lest Mistwalker took advantage of that opportunity and hid in a safe place.

Nonetheless, Davis didn't care, but he scoffed.

"What makes you think I will protect you? When we entered, you killed tens of immortals from the First Haven World. Even if I don't do anything to you, do you think their elders will leave you alive?"

"…"

Lest Mistwalker's brows twitched.

He hadn't even said his piece, but the other party had already seen through his intent.

'Well, since I'm here, it can only mean I'm intending to want to enter the First Haven World and, by means, need his help…'