Mu Qing and Mei Sanniang waited outside the Buddhist tower for a while. Then they saw Xuan Du walk out, expressionless.
The wounds on his body had all been deliberately concealed. He kept his head lowered, radiating a chill that made others reluctant to approach.
No one noticed anything unusual about Xuan Du—or rather, Xuan Du had never drawn much attention to begin with.
His lips were pale, as though he had lost too much blood. Only Mu Qing and Mei Sanniang noticed.
"That guy's hand..." Mei Sanniang noticed that Xuan Du was deliberately hiding his palm inside his sleeve.
Mu Qing glanced over and frowned. "It seems Xuan Du comes here once a month to tend to his injuries. Once his flesh grows back, he returns here to feed the inner demon with his own body."
Xuan Du left. Though the people nearby clearly knew who he was, they chose to ignore him.
In truth, Xuan Du's apparent strength was not all that weak. After all, Realm Lord Xuan Tianming had once poured abundant resources into him.
Unfortunately, most living beings lived by reading the atmosphere.
Many of those who mocked Xuan Du were weaker than the strength he displayed on the surface, yet they felt no awe toward him.
Because someone nearby would ridicule and sneer at Xuan Du, then a second, a third... even a hundredth person would follow. That was the herd mentality.
Mu Qing could not help but look forward to seeing the expressions on these Buddhists' faces if they discovered that Xuan Du's true strength was almost enough to rank among the top five.
"But he won't live to see that day." Mu Qing stepped forward, slowly approaching Xuan Du.
Though people surrounded them, Mu Qing was confident that with the powerful soul he