Not the Murderous Type

No matter what, improving his strength was the most important thing for him right now. If his strength alone could one day turn the tide of a war between nations, then he would truly be powerful!

For now, he was still a little short of that...

After getting the feathered garment, Tang Miao didn't linger. He left and headed straight back to Fei Niao City and Moon Snow City...

When he arrived in Fei Niao City, he returned in grand style as always.

With Fei Lian's enormous body and its awe-inspiring presence, there was no way he could keep a low profile even if he wanted to!

Of course, he hadn't intended to keep a low profile in the first place. Otherwise, how could he have caused such a commotion?

It was so great that even Mu Bai, the leader of Fei Niao City's Southern Wing Mage Corps, had come out to meet him.

"What's the matter? Don't recognize me, or do you want to spar?" Tang Miao asked with a grin as he looked at Mu Bai.

"Boss Tang, you... why did you come back now? There have been a lot of people from the Magic Association here lately..." Mu Bai said quietly.

"Oh?"

Tang Miao wasn't particularly surprised. If he guessed right, the Magic Associations of the various continents probably still didn't know what had happened here.

He continued, "Are they from our country's Magic Association, or the Asian Magic Association?"

"They're from the Asian Magic Association," Mu Bai answered honestly.

As a resident of Moon Snow City, he had noticed their presence a while ago.

And with everything happening in Asia, Mu Bai had long since figured out why they'd come.

"It's fine. This is no big deal. Go take care of your own business." Tang