Looming Threat

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The Lord of Bones didn't mind people waiting on him on their hands and feet, but he himself didn't like waiting around for anyone or anything.

Since he had the thought of confronting his old rival, and he knew exactly where she was, the man immediately set out to confront her in person.

With his ability, the speed of Gwendolyn's vessel could be considered only slightly faster than a crawling baby. 

Obviously, she still didn't understand the meaning of carrying burden and slowing herself down, just like the last time. Why take these insignificant people along? He didn't understand at all.

The 'burdens' had all rushed inside the vessel as soon as their ancestor appeared in front of them and gave her instructions, and the golden haired man couldn't help but sneer. "Do you think I care about those pet insects of yours? No need to be so careful."

Gwendolyn frowned. "Why are you here?"