After watching Wei Zhenwu and the others depart, Feng Hua looked toward the former site of Xuanhe Sect, still steaming in the distance. Her expression turned grave.
The rumors of the martial world had not been false. Wei Fan had not only destroyed Guangling Sect; now, he had even wiped out Xuanhe Sect, winning everlasting peace for the human race of the Wasteland.
Such merit was enough to make Wei Fan's name go down in history and be passed down through the ages.
"How in the world did he do it?"
She dearly wanted to ask Wei Fan how he had turned Xuanhe Sect into burned crystals, but in the end, she held herself back.
"Miss Feng Hua, are you in such a hurry to go to that place?" Wei Fan asked.
The last time, he had already made it clear that he detested Feng Hua using tracking methods on him. Yet she had still used such means to find him, which clearly meant she was desperate to get to that place.
Now that the Human King Bell had been upgraded into the Human Emperor Bell, he had gained confidence and no longer rejected the idea so strongly.
Moreover, with the demons of the Wasteland now swept away, the Wasteland no longer suited him. Even if Feng Hua had not come looking for him, he had planned to seek her out in a few days and begin preparations to leave the Wasteland.
Feng Hua nodded. "That's right. You must have guessed it too—there is a fortuitous opportunity where I'm going. The collapse of Dao has been accelerating, and experts from the outside world should already have entered the Wasteland. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid something may go wrong."
He knew all too well what those outside experts were