A lingering haze shrouded the skies above Star Luo Imperial City.
Half a month was enough for news of the fall of the Clear Sky Sect's eight Super Douluos to spread throughout the entire Star Luo Empire.
From imperial relatives and nobles to common citizens, every face was filled with fear and unease.
The high-level combat strength they had once taken pride in had been reduced by more than half overnight. Like an eagle with broken wings, it could no longer display its former might.
Within the Imperial Study deep inside the palace, Tang San stood before a massive sand table in a black brocade robe, his hands clasped behind his back.
The border defenses between the Star Luo Empire and the Spirit Hall Empire were clearly marked on the sand table. Yet of the nine black tokens that had once represented the Clear Sky Sect's elders, only one remained standing alone at the center, painfully conspicuous.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his deep eyes filled with confusion and gravity.
Ye Xuan!
"Where exactly is he hiding?!"
Tang San's fingertips lightly brushed over Star Luo Imperial City on the sand table, a trace of barely perceptible impatience in his voice.
Given Ye Xuan's injuries, even with Life's divine power supporting him, it was impossible for him to have fully recovered within half a month.
Yet he had vanished as though he had evaporated from the world, leaving no trace behind.
This was no coincidence. To escape alive from a Demigod-level powerhouse like his great-grandfather meant the other party definitely had absolute confidence in something.
Was he waiting for the Star Luo Empire's military morale to fall apart?
Or perhaps... did he have some other scheme?
Countless thoughts tangled within Tang San's mind, filling him with an inexplicable irritation.
He was