The outside world was in an uproar, yet Su Fan acted as if nothing had happened.
Several days ago, he had found a small, picturesque market town and settled down there to enjoy a comfortable rest.
During this period, to make the "Black Robe Path" admit defeat as quickly as possible, he had been rushing around the Burial Demon Mountain Range almost without pause, leaving a trail of heads rolling in his wake.
Killing people was exhausting enough, and after all that running around, both his body and mind were somewhat fatigued.
As for heading to the Gantian Star Domain to cause trouble for the Celestial Race, that was a matter for later. He would deal with it when he grew tired of staying here.
Ever since he had ordered Ruyi Pavilion to release the news, the entire Gantian Star Domain was probably in chaos by now, and the Celestial Race cultivators were certainly all panicking.
In any case, the Celestial Race was the one feeling tense. What did that have to do with him?
Those Celestial Race bastards had set traps against him time and again. If the tiger didn't show its might, did they really think he was Hello Kitty?
At dawn, the sun had just risen.
The thick fog shrouding the mountain gradually dispersed, leaving the lush flowers, grass, and trees across the mountain damp with morning dew. Cool breezes occasionally brushed past, carrying the fragrance of mountain plants and moist earth.
Su Fan lay on a reclining chair beside the pond next to the thatched cottage, staring blankly at the bubbling spring.
A kettle sat atop the Red Clay Small Furnace nearby. Sister Zhen leaned against him, occasionally peeling a spirit fruit and feeding it to him.
When she saw that the kettle had begun to