Tang Wulin watched Zhen Hua's retreating figure and silently thought, Teacher, don't worry. One day, I'll make the Federation pay.
Zhen Hua met the people sent by the Federation in the reception room, exchanged a few perfunctory words, and sent them away. He did not openly fall out with them, but his attitude had clearly grown much colder.
The Federation's people seemed to have noticed something as well. They did not linger and soon took their leave.
Zhen Hua returned to the lounge, looked at Tang Wulin, and said, "Wulin, I'm preparing to send you back to Shrek City. This time, I won't be going with you."
Tang Wulin froze. "Teacher, why?"
Zhen Hua sighed. "What happened this time made me realize that there may have been Federation spies around us all along. If we keep traveling together, I might drag you into trouble. So go back in secret, and don't travel around casually before you become a Soul Saint."
Tang Wulin fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "All right, Teacher. I understand."
He knew Zhen Hua was doing this for his sake. Although Zhen Hua had been the main target of this assassination attempt, he too had nearly died under that strike. If he continued traveling with Zhen Hua, he would probably become a target for the Holy Spirit Cult and the Federation.
He would be a smaller target on his own!
Surely the Holy Spirit Cult's Heavenly Kings couldn't spend every day fixated on killing a child like him. They weren't that idle.
"Teacher, you need to be careful too," Tang Wulin said earnestly.
Zhen Hua smiled. "Don't worry. I am a Divine Craftsman, after all. I'm not that easy to kill. You're the one who must be careful. Until you become a Soul Saint, try not