"Patriarch, it seems someone is following us."
On the way back to the residence where Plant Academy was staying, Yang Potian sent a grave message through Soul Power, vaguely sensing that something was wrong behind them.
"You don't need to worry about it."
Tian Hao, who had sensed it as well, replied casually. After the group arrived at the residence arranged by Plant Academy, Tian Hao separated from the others and went to a secluded corner.
"I thought you brat was dead!"
The light around him shifted, forming a barrier that enveloped Tian Hao, followed by a voice.
"You could even see through that."
Tian Hao removed his mask, marveling that this man was indeed a level ninety-nine Peak Douluo, an existence infinitely close to a god.
That was right. The one who had followed them here was Qian Daoliu, and he was holding the hand of a little blonde girl.
The little girl was curiously studying Tian Hao, unable to understand why Grandpa had specifically followed this person.
"Appearance and Soul Power can be changed. Mental Power can be changed too. But you still can't alter your soul aura."
Qian Daoliu smiled. It was because he had sensed that familiar soul aura earlier that he had curiously followed them. Seeing the boy come here alone, he naturally knew he had followed the right person. The boy truly had not died.
"The soul, huh!"
Smacking his lips, Tian Hao committed that point to memory. Later, he would find a way to patch up this flaw.
"What exactly happened that day?"
Qian Daoliu's expression shifted as he asked sternly.
He had thought this grand-disciple had died, yet who would have expected him to survive?
"I won the Blue Silver Emperor, that old woman, away from Tang Hao. She'll count as one