Zhao Wuji's words had barely faded.
The group immediately packed their gear and headed deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest.
Tang San walked at the side of the group, his fingertips tightening slightly.
The thirtieth-level Soul Power within him circulated slowly, bringing him an unprecedented sense of fullness, yet the hostility in his heart had not diminished in the slightest.
Six years had passed. Ever since Xiao Wu had been taken by Ye Han, he had cultivated day and night, tempering his Twin Martial Souls, Mysterious Heaven Skill, and Purple Demon Eyes in turn.
He had chased desperately forward for the day he could stand before Ye Han, reclaiming everything that belonged to him.
The vegetation of the Star Dou Great Forest grew increasingly dense, ancient trees towering overhead and blotting out the sky.
The light gradually dimmed, while the Soul Power fluctuations around them became denser and denser.
Low-level Soul Beasts occasionally darted through the bushes before quickly vanishing again.
Zhao Wuji walked at the very front, secretly gathering his Soul Power as he reminded them in a deep voice:
"Stay alert. The deeper we go, the older the Soul Beasts become. Don't let your guard down."
Everyone answered in unison. Dai Mubai stepped forward half a pace to walk alongside Zhao Wuji, his wicked eyes sweeping the surroundings with complete vigilance.
Tang San, however, tilted his head slightly and looked toward the deeper forest. That inexplicable sense of loss rose in his chest again.
It was as though something that should have belonged to him was in those dense woods, drifting farther and farther away from him.
"Could it be Xiao Wu... Could she really be in the Star Dou Great Forest too?!"
"Impossible... right?"
Tang San murmured inwardly, his fingertips digging into his palm.
"Xiao Wu,