"That place—try not to use your powers there. It'll ruin the concealment."
After they returned, Hanyu still couldn't help giving him a reminder.
He had personally tested the mist's effects many times. As long as no one did anything reckless, there wouldn't be a problem.
The moment anyone used their powers, the mist's concealment effect would vanish.
"Don't worry. I'll pass the word along. Besides, there's no need to use our powers there."
Quan Xiaotong nodded solemnly. The place was meant to cultivate cultivators; unless they were attacked, they absolutely wouldn't use any powers.
But given Hanyu's methods, it would probably be the safest place in the Central Continent.
Even Quan Xiaotong wanted to send more people inside.
When he asked Hanyu about it, Hanyu nodded.
"Sure. As long as you don't ruin the mist, you can do whatever you want with that area."
With Hanyu's permission, Quan Xiaotong had a lot more room to work with.
"So, what are you planning to do next?"
Quan Xiaotong couldn't help asking. The Central Continent had long since stopped being enough for Hanyu's needs, and that sometimes gave Quan Xiaotong a terrible headache.
Because of this, the Central Continent would gradually become a burden to him.
"The Central Continent owes you more and more."
Hanyu smiled faintly and spoke slowly.
"Actually, the Central Continent has done more than enough."
His expression was just like Zhishou's earlier. For a moment, Quan Xiaotong stared at him, stunned.
That was the feeling. He sensed that Hanyu had changed somehow after waking up this time, yet he couldn't put his finger on what was different.
For some inexplicable reason, an indistinct shadow seemed to loom behind Hanyu.
Quan Xiaotong rubbed his eyes, only to find nothing there. It was as if the shadow had been a