"In a gorge thirty thousand miles west of Peacewood City," Bao Tianming said.
"Take me there," Song Wen said.
The Six Baleful Hall was nothing like a minor power such as the Bao Clan. In fact, to Song Wen, the Six Baleful Hall, with only Gong Tianzong remaining as its sole Integrated Body Realm Cultivator, posed an even greater threat than the Duan Clan of Mount Taichuan, a lineage with no fewer than three Integrated Body Realm Cultivators.
He dared not be careless in the slightest. He had to personally verify whether Bao Tianming was telling the truth.
No sooner had Song Wen spoken than Bao Tianming discovered that the blood-colored tentacles wrapped around him were slowly merging into his body.
Then he lost all control of his body, floating stiffly in the air, unable even to speak.
Song Wen looked at Bao Tianming, who was drenched in blood. If he went outside like this, he would certainly alarm the other members of the Bao Clan.
And any upheaval in the Bao Clan would be noticed by the Six Baleful Hall.
When that happened, using Bao Tianming to lure out members of the Six Baleful Hall would likely become difficult.
Song Wen took a fresh set of clothes from Bao Tianming's storage ring and put them on him.
At once, Bao Tianming's horrifying wounds were concealed, at least from the naked eye. His heavy reek of blood, however, remained impossible to hide.
Song Wen then took an iron mask from his own storage ring.
The mask was a spirit treasure capable of concealing one's aura, making it difficult even for an Integrated Body Realm Cultivator to see through. He had obtained it after killing Wen Xuan.
After activating the iron mask, Song Wen slipped it against Bao Tianming's chest and