Confessing His Identity

"No, I can't stay here."

Dugu Bo endured the searing pain and fumbled several bottles of healing medicine and antidote pills from his storage Soul Tool, swallowing them in one gulp.

As the medicinal effects spread, his injuries stabilized slightly, but he was still far from recovered.

He did not dare linger.

That middle-aged Soul Master could return at any moment. If he discovered that Dugu Bo was still alive and gave him another shot, not even a whole corpse would remain.

Dugu Bo mobilized the remnants of Soul Power within him. Jade-green poisonous mist enveloped his body, turning him into a dim green streak as he staggered out of Sunset Forest.

He remained extremely cautious along the way, stretching his spiritual power to its limits, terrified that that god of slaughter might suddenly emerge from behind some tree.

The farther he flew from the forest, the faster he became. Only after leaving Sunset Forest's boundaries did his taut nerves ease slightly.

Heaven Dou City.

In that direction lay his home, and his granddaughter, Dugu Yan.

Dugu Bo gritted his teeth and sped toward Heaven Dou City.

As for the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Eyes?

He did not dare think about them anymore.

Those Immortal Herbs, those two pools of spring water—they were all gone.

But so what?

Lost things could be found again. If he lost his life, he would have nothing left.

That middle-aged Soul Master had been too strong, so strong that Dugu Bo could not even summon the thought of resisting.

Forget reclaiming the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Eyes—even taking one more step toward that valley was beyond his courage.

"Forget it, forget it..."

Dugu Bo closed his eyes and swallowed all his resentment and humiliation.

"Let's just pretend... I never had it."

A streak of green light tore through