Bibi Dong's obsession with Yu Xiaogang far exceeded imagination. There was no telling whether she would dispatch stronger forces—or even personally turn her attention to Nuoding City—because the sentries had lost contact.
"Nuoding City is no longer safe to stay in."
Fu Shiyan made his decision. This place was no longer safe for either him or Tang San.
The uniquely blessed environment of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well could not only accelerate the growth of Immortal Herbs; its extreme ice-and-fire energy and dense life force also made it an excellent simulated Cultivation Field for Plant-type Martial Soul Soul Masters like him and Tang San.
Moving their base there would accomplish several things at once.
He walked to the stone table in the courtyard and poured himself a cup of clear tea. Yet rather than drink it, he spoke softly toward a shadow beyond the courtyard wall:
"His Excellency Haotian, would you be willing to show yourself?"
After his words fell, silence reigned for a moment.
Then the space warped slightly. A tall, somewhat stooped figure carrying an invisible sense of oppression seemed to peel away from the shadows and appeared soundlessly in the courtyard. It was Tang Hao.
He still wore that ragged black robe, his unkempt hair covering his face. Only a pair of sharp eyes could be seen through the gaps in his hair, coldly watching Fu Shiyan.
"What do you want with me?" Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and low, carrying his usual detachment and vigilance.
Fu Shiyan set down his teacup, his expression turning slightly grave as he asked bluntly:
"His Excellency Haotian, what was the cultivation of the Spirit Hall Shadow Guards you dealt with a few days ago?"
Tang Hao apparently had not expected him to ask that. After a brief thought,