"...I don't know where Yu Hao went, either."
The blond-haired student said weakly.
Fan Yu was powerfully built, the veins in his forearms stark beneath the cold white lights. The shadow under his chin stretched down to his chest.
His brows furrowed tightly, and he couldn't stop sighing.
He'd searched for everyone connected to Huo Yuhao: He Caitou, Bei Bei, Tang Ya...
He'd asked them over and over,
but not one of them knew where Huo Yuhao had gone.
He'd said he was an orphan, that he had no father and his mother had passed away.
There was no way he would return to the Duke's Mansion.
Before graduation, Huo Yuhao had said he would speak to the academy about absorbing a Second Soul Ring. But whether it was Du Weilun or anyone else, they all said they hadn't seen Huo Yuhao at all.
He hadn't gone to speak with them at all.
Why?
Why hadn't he gone to the academy?
Why had he left on his own?
Where had he gone?
Had something happened?
A string of questions clogged Fan Yu's thoughts, making him grow increasingly anxious and worried.
He had only one talented and hardworking disciple.
It had taken him just half a year to become a Level 1 Soul Engineer. Even He Caitou had needed eight months.
Forget twenty years—even in a hundred years, he might not meet another one.
He absolutely couldn't let anything happen to him...
At the same time,
in the Far North.
Ten thousand tons of snowflakes drifted down from the endless sky, swept along by howling winds.
They slammed into him.
"Whew... whew..."
Huo Yuhao wore the ill-fitting white clothes he'd stolen.
He panted,
his face exhausted.
He'd been put through hell this past month. He'd entered and left the Far