Fang Yuan assessed the situation. He knew that now was still far from the right time for the identity of "Wu Yihai" to appear.
First, he had not thoroughly searched Wu Yihai's soul, and his own preparations were still insufficient.
Second, Wu Du Xiu was not dead yet.
As long as Wu Du Xiu did not die, Fang Yuan absolutely could not let his identity as Wu Yihai come to light.
A Rank 8 Gu Immortal!
Who knew what methods Wu Du Xiu had to verify whether "Wu Yihai" was truly her biological son?
Although "Wu Yihai" would lose a great deal this way, what Fang Yuan truly needed was merely the identity of "Wu Yihai."
This had been his original purpose. If pointless greed caused his disguise to fail and made him personally lose such a magnificent opportunity, that would be the most worthless thing of all—he ought to slap himself ten times.
Lastly, every righteous path force was a potential danger, including the Wu Family.
There was no wind without waves.
Wu Yong indeed had the possibility and motive to deal with Wu Yihai.
If Fang Yuan appeared ahead of time, he might even be hunted down by the Wu Family's forces.
"Come to think of it, this identity of Wu Yihai is truly somewhat troublesome. Fortunately, I am a reborn person and know some outcomes from the previous five hundred years, which can help me judge the situation."
Thus, Fang Yuan continued cultivating in seclusion.
On one side, he continuously searched Wu Yihai's soul; on the other, he kept an eye on external intelligence.
Wu Du Xiu's condition worsened with every passing day, and all of Southern Border was abuzz with the news.
Meanwhile, in Northern Plains, the Blood Battle Wager Tournament continued. Without Liu Guan Yi,