Su Fan rose and left the teahouse. The bluestone road was faintly warm from the afternoon sun, and he slowly wandered down the street beneath the mottled tree shadows.
Such comfortable days would probably be hard to come by again.
He had no intention of changing locations. He might as well stay here and meet the desperadoes of the Taihao Immortal Realm.
Su Fan had not taken the bounty placed on him by the Celestial Race throughout the Taihao Immortal Realm very seriously.
It was not as if he had never been wanted with a bounty on his head before.
Su Fan saw the matter with perfect clarity. Some causes and effects could not be avoided.
Rather than skulk from place to place like a stray dog, he might as well take this opportunity to settle everything once and for all.
Of course, his confidence ultimately came from his own strength.
Ever since he had devoured the True Dragon Blood, he had realized that there were probably not many people left in this domain who could truly threaten him.
In the past, Su Fan would have found somewhere to hide long ago.
But now, he could not even be bothered to make the most basic preparations. He simply waited quietly for those people to come knocking.
Su Fan returned to the inn and entered the Portable Secret Realm.
The pond beside the Thatched Cottage glittered with rippling light, while the jade at the bottom shone with a lustrous green nourished by Spiritual power.
He sat cross-legged beside the pond. Sister Zhen and Li Chongxiu were nowhere to be seen. In the small courtyard before the Thatched Cottage, a dozen little girls with their hair tied in double buns were giggling and horsing around.
Ever since several thousand children had come