"Father, given Zhao An's ability, how could he be a match for Eldest Brother? Perhaps Eldest Brother never even crossed paths with Zhao An. After finishing his business, he probably hurried straight to the military camp." Hu Dingwen stood up to reassure him.
He refused to believe that Zhao An could beat his eldest brother, who had come from Prefecture City.
Coming first in the county-level martial examination didn't mean someone was invincible under heaven.
"Exactly, exactly. Captain Cao has been leading troops out of the city these past few days to search for the Moon Tribe Army. The young master must have been in a hurry to report for duty, too," the old butler chimed in.
"You! Go to the military camp at once and find out what happened! Has Tian'er come back or not?" Hu Chongguang said impatiently.
The old butler immediately ran out.
Hu Chongguang sat on the long bench, rubbing his brow, his heart sinking into the depths.
He knew all too well what Hu Dingtian was like. No matter how pressed for time he was, once the deed was done, he would certainly send someone back with word that he was safe.
Now, however, he had vanished without a trace. Reason told Hu Chongguang that Hu Dingtian had most likely met with disaster and would never return.
He simply couldn't accept that outcome.
The next day.
As usual, Zhao An collected the fruits of the Soul Slaves' cultivation and continued nurturing and strengthening the Internal Breath in his Dantian Qi Sea.
In truth, the Strong Breath Realm's cultivation was much the same as that of the Dispersed Breath Realm.
After obtaining a stable strand of Internal Breath, the first priority was to keep strengthening it.
Zhao An's Internal Breath was now only an inch long,