After avenging his elder brother's severed arm and dealing with Wang Hai,
Fang Han did not linger aboard the pleasure boat.
He put away the wooden box, strode out of the room, and swiftly retreated along the route he had taken in.
The corridor was deathly quiet. Fang Han moved without a sound, slipping through it like a ghost.
His figure vanished into the shadows near the dock, and after a few leaps, he disappeared into the night.
Before long,
he arrived at the river bend where his small fishing boat was moored.
Fang Han leaped aboard, bent down into the low cabin, and set down the wooden box.
He lit the fish-oil lamp. Its flame flickered, illuminating the cramped cabin.
Under the fish-oil lamp's glow, Fang Han opened the wooden box.
The moment the lid was lifted, a rich scent of Blood Qi rushed at him, carrying a faint chill.
Four chunks of dark-red flesh, their grain clearly visible, were neatly arranged atop crushed ice.
Fang Han's gaze fell upon the Demonic Beast Flesh, and a flicker of delight flashed through his eyes.
By now, he was no longer a complete novice in martial arts.
He had gained some understanding of basic martial arts knowledge.
Especially during his time training at the martial arts school,
Fang Han had absorbed much from what he saw and heard, learning quite a bit about Demonic Beast Flesh.
As far as he knew, Demonic Beast Flesh in Azure Cloud City was divided into three grades!
The worst was Inferior Demonic Beast Flesh.
Inferior Demonic Beast Flesh contained no Blood Qi and was poisonous.
Anyone who accidentally ate Inferior Demonic Beast Flesh would be poisoned to death.
Even Transformed Force experts could not withstand its toxicity!
Next came Mid-grade Demonic Beast Flesh.
Although Mid-grade