Soul-Falling Slope's night had finally fallen completely silent.
After Tang Hao left, the poison mist closed in again.
Massive cracks left by the Clear Sky Hammer still remained on the shattered mountainside.
Dugu Bo stared at those cracks, his expression so grim it seemed ready to drip water.
No one had dared trespass into his Herb Garden for years.
Tonight, Spirit Hall had first traced its investigation to his doorstep.
Then Tang Hao had forcefully smashed the operation apart.
If Di Yao had not truly suppressed Dugu Yan's poison, Dugu Bo would have wanted to poison everyone to death on Soul-Falling Slope right now.
Hu Liena stood within the temporary camp, swiftly organizing the post-battle records.
Iron Furnace Town.
White Stone Warehouse.
Soul-Falling Slope.
Tang Hao.
Xiao Wu.
Tang San.
All the clues had been thoroughly connected over the course of this night.
Gui Mei emerged from the shadows.
"Tang Hao has taken Tang San and Xiao Wu west toward Heaven Dou City. They're moving fast."
Falling Devil Douluo said coldly, "Do we pursue them?"
His question was very direct.
But the impatience in his tone was gone.
After everything that had happened along the way, he had already understood.
It was not that Di Yao did not dare pursue them.
Every time he chose not to pursue, there was something bigger to be gained.
Di Yao sat before the desk, three blank sheets of letter paper laid out in front of him.
"Now is not the time to hunt Tang Hao."
Falling Devil Douluo frowned.
"Not even the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"
Di Yao raised his eyes.
"She bears my mark. She can't get away."
Hu Liena asked quietly, "Then what do we do now?"
Di Yao picked up his brush.
"Let everyone know that Tang San is no ordinary