Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well

Dugu Bo reluctantly accepted all of Zhao Xuan's conditions. There was nothing he could do about it; he knew that he was now fish on another man's chopping block, left to be carved up at will.

After Grandmaster and the others left, Zhao Xuan stayed behind and followed Dugu Bo toward his lair.

"I'm rather busy at the moment. Feel free to wander around the mountain, and we can discuss the lessons another time."

With two of the three Titled Douluo-level combatants gone, Old Poison became aloof again. Besides, everyone knew Zhao Xuan's claim that he had stayed to study poison was merely an excuse.

After coldly leaving those words behind, he flew toward the place where he lived on the mountain.

Thin mist wreathed the mountaintop, and Dugu Bo's figure soon vanished into it.

Once his divine sense confirmed that Dugu Bo had truly gone far away, Zhao Xuan returned to his original voice, youthful and clear. He smiled faintly. "That old man is probably still fuming."

After chuckling, Zhao Xuan's smile abruptly disappeared as he turned a calm gaze toward Tang San beside him.

"Xiao San, can you tell me now why you insisted on staying behind?"

Zhao Xuan's expression darkened slightly as he looked at Tang San with displeasure. Everyone had gone through so much trouble to save him, yet he had gone and caused trouble first.

Tang San gave an awkward laugh. He knew his situation must have worried many people, but that could not suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Of course I stayed behind because there's something good here!"

"What good thing could make you disregard your own life?" Zhao Xuan frowned.

"Come with me."

Perhaps feeling that words alone would not be persuasive enough, Tang San led Zhao Xuan straight into the mist-shrouded