Chapter 1882: Golden Feather

*Fuuuu...* Rean took a deep breath after that, feeling like he was on the edge of the Underworld for a second there. 

Ligra looked back at Fran with an angry expression. "Why did you stop me?"

"I told you," Fran answered. "Maybeeeeee, he was the one responsible for Jakar's escape. There's no proof of that."

Rean was thankful that most spirits were peaceful by nature. If it was on the humanoid or demon beasts' side, he would have probably been dead by now. "Ahem... Jakar... and I only met around four months ago. I couldn't possibly have helped him with any escapade."

"Hmph!" Ligra snorted in response. "We'll see about that."

She then completely ignored Rean and looked at Jakar. "Brat, where were you with that head of yours?! How could you suddenly leave our race?! Also, why are you still pretending to be such a disgusting low-life like a human? Revert back to your real form immediately!"