Why is my nose so itchy?
Han Xiao rubbed his high, straight nose bridge and gazed absently at the sea beyond the Tower Ship's porthole, its emerald waves stretching to the horizon.
Right now, there was only one word to describe him.
Worried.
Truly worried.
The Alliance Leader had personally ordered him to find Wang Jixuan's whereabouts and had said that Wang Jixuan should already be in the Immortal Realm.
Han Xiao had forcibly dragged along two Golden Immortal Elders—one of whom was his master—and searched all across the Immortal Realm for several months.
Over on Earth, the alliance had already sent people to station there. Their report was the same: no sign whatsoever of Wang Jixuan.
Because this matter was being handled in secret, Han Xiao could not mobilize the Thousand Worlds Alliance's resources or informants. He could only gather intelligence through the alliance.
Before long, Han Xiao learned from spies planted within the Dark Cult that the Dark Cult Immortals had mobilized in force to hunt the Mechanical Fiend.
He had been so excited that he slapped his thigh repeatedly.
So he had immediately brought a small group of experts, invited his master and martial uncle to accompany him, and come here to rescue the man.
Then he had hidden away in a corner of the Land of Sunrise for more than ten years, watching the Dark Cult Immortals accomplish absolutely nothing.
Han Xiao had cursed those people as useless fools more than a few times in private.
Still, the fact that the Dark Cult Immortals had lingered here for over a decade without leaving was enough to show that the person the Thousand Worlds Alliance sought was most likely inside that secret realm.
The Thousand Worlds Alliance secretly dispatched two additional batches of personnel here.
Han Xiao