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Yehuai City.

Wu Envoy's face was pale as he lay on the wooden bed, coughing softly. Every now and then, blood tinged with the smell of sulfur spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Though he was already on the Dream Star Sect's turf and safe, his body remained stiff, still holding itself in a state of tense alertness.

As if danger might still find him.

It was a purely instinctive reaction.

Earlier, just as Cloud Tiger had been killed effortlessly, he had hesitated for the briefest moment:

Should he stay or go?

But that single moment of hesitation had brought an invisible attack crashing down on him. He'd been swept up in an endless wave of heat and nearly scorched into a dried husk.

If he hadn't mastered the Shadow Secret Technique and split himself apart in time, he might have died right then and there.

"Fierce indeed."

Wu Envoy closed his eyes briefly.

"There are always greater heights and stronger people beyond. The people of Nanyan City really can't be underestimated."

After giving it some thought, he looked around and smiled.

"Still, at least I made it back alive."

It was a shame that the woman Cloud Tiger had died, but there was nothing to be done about it. He wanted revenge too, but that would have to wait—and he'd first need to find out who the other person was.

Thinking this, Wu Envoy rolled over, ready to rest for a while.

Just then, his vision blurred, and he saw a man of modest height, with sharply defined features and gray eyes, take a seat in the room.

The man slowly lifted his head and looked at him.

Wu Envoy recognized him at once: Fulong, the foremost of the Dream Star Sect's Star Constellations, a Wén Realm martial