The next day!
A stir broke out at the outpost. Tai Batian of the Strength Clan had been missing since the previous night.
Tai Batian was a Soul King, one of the most gifted fighters of the younger generation.
His silent disappearance left everyone at the outpost on edge. Some suggested searching outside, others wanted to tighten security, and still others proposed returning to the Clear Sky Sect for help.
Whatever they guessed, none of them suspected that the delicate Ah Zhu had anything to do with it.
She did not go out that day. She had eaten her fill the night before and was still digesting. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes glistened like those of a flower nourished by rain.
With Tang Hao away, Tang Xiao was the one holding the outpost together.
Tang Xiao was baffled. Tang Hao had been gone only a day, yet trouble had already struck.
He weighed the disciples' suggestions, tightened security, and sent people out to search, but they found nothing.
Half a month later, another person vanished. The outpost erupted in panic. No cries, no signs of a fight—a living, breathing person had disappeared without a trace, dead or alive.
And so it went. Over the next year, someone vanished every ten days or half a month. Each time, there was no trace of them, dead or alive.
A year later, only Tang Xiao and Ah Zhu remained at the outpost.
Tang Xiao found himself stealing glances at Ah Zhu. She had grown more radiant, her figure fuller. She exuded a mature allure that strained even his self-control.
"Ah Zhu, I promised Hao I would take care of you. Something terrible has happened to this outpost, and the sect disciples are all gone. We can't stay here. I'm taking you