Morning at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was as peaceful as ever.
Mist drifted slowly through the valley, and the crimson and snow-white springs shimmered with rippling light beneath the morning sun.
Dewdrops on the leaves of the immortal herbs sparkled like shattered diamonds in the sunlight.
People were already moving around the wooden house area. A few young members of the Breaking Clan stretched beside the medicinal fields, craftsmen of the Defense Clan prepared to start work after breakfast, and not far away came the clanging of hammers striking metal—the Strength Clan's forge was already in operation.
When Dugu Bo landed at the valley entrance with Ghost Leopard Douluo, the morning mist had just dispersed.
Ghost Leopard Douluo stood at the valley entrance, his dark purple eyes sweeping over the scene before him, his pupils contracting slightly.
After being eroded by the Nine Nether Power, his perception of spiritual energy had become even sharper, and he could clearly sense the dense natural spiritual energy flowing through this valley.
"Hall Master, this place is..."
"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well," Dugu Bo said calmly. "The base of Nine Nether Hall. From now on, it will also be your home."
Ghost Leopard Douluo was silent for a moment. He did not ask further questions, only nodded and followed Dugu Bo deeper into the valley.
Yang Wudi came over from the medicinal fields. When he saw the figure beside Dugu Bo, his brows shifted slightly.
Another Titled Douluo.
The Hall Master had gone out once and brought one back.
As for just how deep the Hall Master's methods ran, he could no longer be bothered to think about it.
"Hall Master, this is?"
"Ghost Leopard Douluo, a rank ninety-three agility-attack-system Titled Douluo," Dugu Bo introduced. "From now on, he