Li Qian was absolutely livid. If these four hadn't recklessly barged in and dragged them into this disaster, they wouldn't be in this mess.
The implications of being shot down were self-evident. Now, getting to Mo Yuan City would be like a pilgrimage fraught with countless trials.
Li Qian stormed over, but before he could say a word, Lu Tianjiao, who beat him to the punch, was already yelling, "What kind of driving was that!"
In reality, Lu Tianjiao knew full well that this had nothing to do with their driving. The other party's hovercar had exploded mid-air; it was obviously an attack.
But he was so frustrated right now that he felt sick if he didn't vent. So, as he cursed them out, his expression was also incredibly foul.
However, just as he stepped forward, before he could even get close, he was blocked by two people—the very two students who had given Li Qian a strange, world-weary impression.
