Elsewhere.
With no destination in mind, Yi Feng settled down in Sword Valley.
Every day, he did nothing but chat with Misty Red and sip tea.
"Miss Hong, is there still no news of that Saint in the Nine Realms?" the anxious Yi Feng could not help asking.
"Sir, no one can say when the Saint will truly awaken."
Misty Red said apologetically, "According to the records, from the time a Saint first caused changes in the world to the time of true awakening, most took anywhere from several months to several years. But some took as long as a hundred years."
"No one can control such a thing. We can only wait passively. But rest assured, sir, Sword Valley has outposts in the Nine Realms. Any news will be sent back at once, and I will inform you immediately."
"Fine, then."
Yi Feng let out a helpless sigh. It was all because of this damned turtle shell on his body.
If not for this damned turtle shell, surely one of the death plans Misty Red had devised for him would have come in handy.
"Hehe!"
Seeing Yi Feng's worried expression, Misty Red covered her mouth and giggled. Usually looking every inch the refined young lady, she now seemed rather cute.
"Sir, although the death plans we made before proved useless, Hong'er has continued thinking of ways these past few days," Misty Red said mysteriously.
"Oh?"
Yi Feng could not help rising to his feet. "Looking at you, have you thought of another method?"
"That's right."
Misty Red nodded with a smile.
"Quick, tell me. What kind of method is it?" Yi Feng asked impatiently.
"Think about it, sir. You now possess the Courage Armor. No external force beneath the Saint realm can break your defenses—but what about from within?"