After ending the chat, Adam went to Zhang Lin and harvested another crop of freshly grown red hair, then set off to find Ye Fan.
Li City was currently a place where storms gathered. Adam had never been here before, but the moment he arrived through the Domain Gate, he noticed an unusually large number of cultivators, many of them from distinguished backgrounds.
A glance around revealed several young masters and young ladies from Holy Land Families, as well as Holy Sons and Holy Maidens.
The Daoist Ye Fan had disguised himself as was utterly inconspicuous among them, like an ordinary independent cultivator who had come to join the excitement.
Adam's eyes swept across the area, and they immediately lit up. Rather than going straight to Ye Fan, he fixed his gaze on another man dressed as a Daoist not far from him.
"Hm? Why all of a sudden—"
Perhaps his unusually sharp intuition had warned Duan De of something, but with only Dao Palace Realm cultivation, he had absolutely no ability to resist a Saint King.
Rolling his eyes back, Duan De was lulled to sleep by two professional little Daoist boys. He slept like the husband in certain adult films—so deeply that even setting off a string of firecrackers beside him and slapping him twice across the face would not wake him.
When he woke up, he found himself lying in the wilderness thousands of miles from Li City. Nearly all his professional grave-robbing equipment had been cleaned out, not to mention the savings in his Sea of Bitterness.
More than a decade of hard work had turned into nothing overnight. How could the word "miserable" possibly describe Duan De's mood?
"Ah—!!!"
Perhaps because he had done too many guilty deeds, Duan De howled twice. Yet after realizing