"It's time for her to… go home," said the stranger. The voice was muffled, so it was hard to judge whether the stranger was a man or a woman, but the insistence in those words was clear.
Bu Fang's pupils constricted slightly. 'This person is here to… bring Nethery home? But… Does she have a home?'
His expression became serious. He carefully studied the stranger. The material of the black robe was exquisite, and it seemed to shimmer faintly. Clearly, this was a treasure, and no ordinary treasure. Bu Fang could not sense the stranger's aura, but he could feel a sense of fright inside him.
"Is the Cursed Goddess in there?" the stranger asked again. He or she had sensed Nethery's aura. Then, ignoring Bu Fang, the stranger stepped away and continued toward the door.
Bu Fang got up from the recliner and tried to stop the stranger.
