"Don't worry, Claud and his party must have something big going on this trip. We'll follow along and wait for the opportunity." Fabian said after thinking something.
"It's up to Grand elder to decide." Finnley supported.
Fabian pursed his lips and nodded slightly.
They were not fools.
Finnley, as the deputy sect leader, was on an equal footing with him, but he spoke in such a polite way, which was a little different from usual.
What else to say is up to him to decide, Obviously, he will take the blame if he stabs someone.
Fabian didn't say anything after this. , It was indeed his grievances with Claud; Finnley came to help, and it was very polite of him.
Time was like water.
Although in the dark jungle, but still can feel the sunset .
Night gradually approached.
Claud keenly felt that Grandma's footsteps were faster; she didn't seem to be a little bit old, and she was walking like flying.