Behind the dense bushes.
Huo Yuhao leaned against a thick tree trunk, silently taking in every word of the distant father and son's conversation.
A faint blue light glimmered in his eyes as his gaze pierced the layers of dark red miasma and settled on the middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe embroidered with golden dragons.
A Level 94 Titled Douluo, the grand elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
Huo Yuhao finally had a complete picture of those two brats' origins.
This old man was Long Batian and Long Zhantian's biological father.
No wonder those two youngsters, who couldn't even handle a hundred-year soul beast, had managed to reach the outskirts of Fallen Dragon Canyon without a scratch.
They had clearly hitched a ride all the way in along the safe route opened up by the sect's main force.
That explained it.
The brothers had left of their own accord once the party reached the outskirts, probably because they had seen through their cold-blooded father's true colors. They would rather try their luck alone than keep watching everyone's faces in this so-called sect expedition.
But that had nothing to do with him. Those two brats had already taken the schedule he had given them and returned to a human town.
Huo Yuhao reined in his thoughts and narrowed the range of his Spirit Detection slightly, shifting his focus to the route the Heavenly Dragon Sect's party was taking.
The group advanced steadily.
A dozen or so attendants around level fifty maintained barriers of soul power along the perimeter, holding back the miasma that seeped into every crack.
Two Soul Douluo experts guarded the left and right flanks, ready to clear away any low-level venomous insects foolish enough to get in their way.
Occasionally, they encountered a few thousand-year poison lizards