On the outskirts of Sunset Forest.
Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, falling in mottled patches across the dirt road.
At last, the air was free of that throat-itching stench of sulfur and poisonous fumes.
Tang San took a deep breath, feeling every pore in his body relax.
"The air outside is still sweeter."
He sighed.
Beside him, Han Yuchen had a foxtail grass stem between his teeth, his hands clasped behind his head as he strolled along at an utterly leisurely pace.
"Third, you don't understand."
Han Yuchen spat out the stem, a smile on his lips.
"The air in that poison formation may stink, but that's the scent of power."
Dugu Bo, walking at the rear, rolled his eyes.
The Poison Douluo, whose name shook the world, had none of an expert's airs at the moment.
Like a put-upon young wife, he clasped his hands behind his back and slowly trailed behind the two boys.
It couldn't be helped. Once you ate someone's food, you had to soften your stance; once you took their things, you owed them a favor.
Over the past half year, his poison had been suppressed, and his strength had even improved considerably.
Most importantly, the garden full of immortal herbs had been nearly ravaged by these two little bandits.
Now, he could only follow these two "creditors" and see whether he could mooch off some other opportunity.
"Old Monster, we're almost there."
Han Yuchen suddenly stopped and pointed at the faint outline of city walls ahead.
"When we go in, remember to rein in your presence a little."
Han Yuchen turned back, looking at Dugu Bo with a half-smile.
"Don't scare the children."
Dugu Bo snorted coldly. "I know what I'm doing. I don't need you teaching me."
The three said nothing