Elegant Pavilion!

Nocturnal.

That had become Huo Yuhao's norm.

It was night again.

After conserving his strength for the whole day, Huo Yuhao appeared on Ghost Street once more. He wore no disguise, still dressed in his signature outfit of Ice Armor and Ice Mask.

Because of that, the moment he appeared, someone noticed him, then passed word of his whereabouts to those who cared.

However, Huo Yuhao did not care about any of that.

In the three days he had been away from Mingdu, matters concerning him seemed not to have died down completely. There were still some factions thinking of roping him in. And those who dared snatch food from the Xi Shui Alliance's mouth naturally could not be ordinary factions.

Of course, at most, these factions had seen a talented person and were unwilling to give up just like that, wanting to try again. But they would absolutely not fight the Xi Shui Alliance to the bitter end over Huo Yuhao.

They all had the mindset of taking a couple of swings whether or not there were dates to harvest.

It all depended on whether Huo Yuhao was easy to fool.

As usual, Huo Yuhao made a round through Ghost Street's market and bought some materials for his daily needs.

By now, these resources on Ghost Street no longer held much value for Huo Yuhao. They did not feel as novel as they had at the start. As for truly rare things, anything that could catch Huo Yuhao's eye had long since been obtained by him.

Moreover, when he had left the Jingyang Mountain Range, Huo Yuhao had left a few Centipede Leg Clones there to help him mine in the mountains, then transport the ore back for his Mutated Frost Centipede Martial Soul to devour and strengthen itself.