"This should be the old street mentioned in the original novel. The Qingtian Hunter Institute should be here."
Fu Ye remembered matters concerning the Qingtian Hunter Institute especially clearly. After all, this was a "blessed place" where the protagonist, Mo Fan, had met many powerful figures and gained support for the future.
The old monsters lurking in the shadows of Modu had long known that Fu Ye was coming.
However, aside from flying, Fu Ye usually traveled by spatial magic, so they rarely managed to catch his movements right away.
"My lord, I can sense someone here whose strength seems to be at the Forbidden Curse level, but he appears to be carrying many old injuries."
The Spirit Fox lay on Fu Ye's shoulder, reporting on the surroundings like a smart alarm.
"Yes. He is the former Divine Official of the Holy Court, one of the few Forbidden Curse mages on the continent."
"But you are right about one thing. Human bodies are frail. Mages who cultivate to the Forbidden Curse level invariably carry many hidden injuries."
Having received Fu Ye's approval, the Spirit Fox seemed quite pleased.
"Master, do you know him?"
"No. More accurately, he knows I exist, and I know he exists, but we have no personal connection."
"Then why have you come here this time...?"
"It's nothing much. I just came to pay a visit, and while I'm at it, tease his good little granddaughter and raise that old fellow's blood pressure a bit."
Hearing Fu Ye's words, the Spirit Fox recalled what he had done over the past two days.
Good lord.
This really did seem like the sort of thing its master would do.
Before long.
At the entrance to the Qingtian Hunter Institute.
One man and one fox swaggered inside.
The moment they