The Warmth of Home

"Ah, I wonder how he's doing. So many people say he's dead, but I don't believe it. With his strength, how could he die so easily?" Huo Hai had just slipped back home when he heard that voice.

Only two people were home: Ji Mu and Fang Biya. They sat together, worry written across both their faces. Yun'er was nowhere in sight. Dead? They couldn't be talking about me, could they? Plenty of people outside were saying the same thing. Rather than angering Huo Hai, it made him happy.

If anyone made a move, he would know exactly who bore him ill will. Those were the people he needed to watch. One of them might even be the person who had deliberately leaked the information in the first place.

"Don't worry. That fellow has so many secrets. How could a mere Source Spirit Land stop him?"

Ji Mu had complete faith in Huo Hai. Fang Biya had never truly seen his insects in action, but Ji Mu knew what they could do. Back when Huo Hai had still been in the Spirit Blood Realm, he had swept through the Southern Mountain in the Western Frontier and even killed Spirit Beasts in the Spirit Bone Realm.

Later, after arriving at the Academy, Huo Hai had killed Spirit Beasts in the Spirit Practitioner Realm more than once. He had hidden none of it from Ji Mu. What sort of place was the Source Spirit Land? Guardians were exceedingly rare there, and those who entered could reach the Spirit Bone Realm at most. Supposedly, some of the guardians were puppets in the Spirit Practitioner Realm.

But those puppets were little more than legends to them. They existed only in the richest parts of the Source Spirit Land. Entering through a node in a