Outside Soul-Falling Slope, the night wind hung low.
Tang Hao sped through the night with Tang San and Xiao Wu, only stopping once they had completely left the poison mist surrounding Dugu Bo's Herb Garden.
Deep in the mountains, beside a massive boulder.
Tang Hao set the two of them down.
Tang San's face was pale as he immediately looked at Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Wu!"
Xiao Wu clutched her chest, her breathing somewhat rushed.
She was not injured.
Yet the fear on her face was worse than any injury.
She could clearly sense an extremely faint warmth hidden within her shadow.
It did not hurt.
It did not burn.
Yet it was like an opened eye.
No matter how she suppressed her Soul Power, that trace of warmth remained quietly there.
As if it were telling her—she could not hide.
Tang Hao placed a hand on Xiao Wu's shoulder, and a vast, tyrannical surge of Clear Sky Soul Power poured into her body.
Tang San held his breath.
Xiao Wu did not dare move either.
A moment later, Tang Hao's expression darkened.
He found no injuries within Xiao Wu's body.
Nor did he find any poison.
That strand of Dark Gold Fire Intent was not in her flesh, not in her meridians, and had not even truly entered her body.
It clung to Xiao Wu's shadow.
Like a mark branded into darkness after light had fallen.
Tang Hao's gaze grew increasingly cold.
He drove his Soul Power down along the shadow beneath Xiao Wu's feet.
Clear Sky Soul Power was heavy and tyrannical, like a mountain crashing down.
That strand of Dark Gold Fire Intent flickered faintly.
It did not disappear.
Instead, as though it had briefly awakened, it gave off an exceedingly faint aura of the sun.
Xiao Wu's