Situ Hongying did not understand the situation in Dream Capital City, but what he had seen while searching along the way had already left him seething with rage. Instead of comforting and treating the civilians outside, a crowd had crammed themselves in here to discuss underhanded ways to deal with the Thousand Family.
Although he was still secretly annoyed that Qian Wanyu was actually a Dark-Type Spirit Master, he had been the one who pushed for that journey to Death Valley back then. If that young girl had already awakened her dark-type spiritual power then, she would have long since grown into someone no one could shake. Otherwise, she would not have stepped out openly to handle the affair in Dream Capital City. Ultimately, no one could be blamed for this. It only meant that Qian Wanyu had concealed herself well enough.
Everyone heard a hearty, booming voice. "Well said."
The moment Situ Hao heard that powerful voice, he froze. "Old man, what are you doing here?"
After listening to Ming Hui's nagging earlier, he had thought the old man would, at most, send a few mid- or high-level Potion Masters to Dream Capital City. He had never expected him to come in person. He rose excitedly, then spotted Bai Rou walking in behind the old man.
Bai Rou wore a warrior's outfit and looked as capable as ever, a large saber strapped to her back. Her face showed little expression, but amusement lingered at the corners of her eyes as she cast two sidelong glances at Situ Hao.
More people followed one after another. Some were familiar faces from the Royal Academy, and most were students from the various halls who had been praised as peerless talents under heaven. Incredible. Situ Hao gaped as everyone who could fit inside