Han Guang's Secret Mission

Watching Gu Xiaosang leave, Han Guang lifted Cao Xianzhi's head and met his unclosed eyes. Smiling, he shook his head, took a single step, and arrived at the edge of the real Golden Tent.

The tent was lavishly decorated. Whatever the materials, appearance was all that mattered; Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were even mixed in among the furnishings. Several Sun God Stones hung near the top, for instance, illuminating the entire tent in a blaze of gold.

Without waiting to be announced, Han Guang leisurely lifted the tent flap and stepped onto the thick, soft wool carpet. He drew in a breath and asked with easy contentment, "Have Venerable Ten Thousand Insects and Rahula been here?"

Numerous Treasure Weapons hung inside the tent—swords, spears, blades, and axes, all shining with Flowing Light and displaying their martial splendor, impossible to look away from. Yet whoever entered always saw the bronze-skinned man first. He sat languidly, leaning against a Female Bodhisattva of peerless beauty, like half a mountain peak: towering and majestic.

His features were sharply defined, his brows and eyes full of carefree boldness. His nose hooked slightly, giving him a hint of menace. He looked to be no more than forty. The Female Bodhisattva behind him had large, bright eyes, brows like distant mountains, and skin so delicate it seemed one could break it with a touch. Except for her aura, every part of her was alluring, every part a temptation to wicked desire.

The bronze-skinned man laughed heartily. "They saw Cao Xianzhi's head and learned that the Cao Family had submitted. How could they not come? After seeing the other proof, Meng Nan finally bowed his head, and we reached an agreement."

He was none other than Great Khan Guerduo of the Grasslands, who had attained the Heavenly