The morning dew in the forest soaked Tang Hao's trouser cuffs, but he remained oblivious, his heart filled with the joy of becoming a father soon. Even his steps were lighter than usual.
But after traveling roughly a mile, Tang Hao stopped when a dense thicket appeared ahead. There was not a trace of panic on his dark face; instead, he wore the calm of someone who had expected this. Only his gaze suddenly turned cold.
He had walked through this forest countless times and had never seen any sign of people. Yet when he swept the area with his spiritual power just now, he faintly detected two familiar fluctuations of soul power-the presence of Spirit Hall's Soul Masters. They had followed him like flies for years, but they had always stayed far away before. Today, they actually dared to come this close.
"Come out, you Spirit Hall flies. You're getting a lesson today."
Tang Hao snorted coldly, then darted into a small grove nearby.
Fallen leaves carpeted the grove. As he stepped through the thick layer of rotting leaves, he took a black robe from his Soul Tool Ring, one he had prepared specifically to keep his identity hidden.
He quickly put on the black robe, its hood concealing most of his face and leaving only the small beard on his chin exposed. He suppressed ninety percent of his pressure, leaving only a faint, barely perceptible trace of domineering power. This would keep him from attracting attention while allowing him to respond to anything unexpected.
Whoosh-
Two dark figures shot out from the shadows of the trees and landed before Tang Hao.
Two dark figures shot out from the shadows of the trees and landed firmly before Tang Hao.
Both wore the black attire distinctive to Spirit Hall's deacons.