An impatient look appeared in Mu Biqiong’s eyes as she asked, “Do you not speak our language?”

A dangerous aura gradually wreathed her as the killing intent in her eyes grew stronger and stronger.

At this moment, the Floragrim seemed to finally notice her. He tore his gaze from the tree branches to look at her with a calm expression. Then, in fluent human language, he answered, “I speak it.”

“Good,” Mu Biqiong said, her eyes ice-cold. “I’ll say it one more time: please leave now!”

Jiang Feng from the Bliss Mountain Sect had urged her to stay with Nie Tian and try not to anger him before she had entered the Shatter Battlefield.

She knew perfectly well that her sect was apprehensive about Nie Tian’s identity as a Son of the Stars.

Therefore, she hadn’t really taken Jiang Feng’s words to heart. However, later in the Silver Beetle nest, the mother beetle had snuck up on her when she had been paralyzed by her sharp screeches. It was Nie Tian who had saved her.

She knew that she would have survived...