Crack, crack, crack—
Amidst the strange noises, Fang Xiaocao returned to King Qinguang's great hall.
"Where are my four subordinates?"
Just as she set foot in King Qinguang's hall, Fang Xiaocao froze in shock.
The entire hall was empty except for the scattered corpses of the bionic robots.
Taotie, Tom, Mantis, Unhappy—her four trusted champions were all gone.
"What's going on?"
"Did I just get ditched like that?"
Fang Xiaocao was completely baffled.
She glanced around, her gaze suddenly sharpening.
On one of the walls, she saw some crooked, uneven writing.
Curious, Fang Xiaocao walked closer.
"Princess Your Highness, we have continued onward. If you return, you can come to find us."
The signature was unmistakably Tom's.
Those twisted, appallingly ugly characters could only have been penned by Tom.
Perhaps this was the near-perfect Tom's sole weak point.
After all, Tom was a foreigner—writing Chinese characters was already impressive. What more could you ask?
