While Fang Qianyuan lowered his head to read, Gushe Qingyao could not help studying the young expert whom popular rumor had elevated to near-mythic heights. His bearing was composed and his movements assured; he truly possessed a presence unlike that of ordinary young talents. She nodded inwardly, but at the thought of his earlier actions, she frowned again.
"The camps mentioned here don't seem far away. I intend to go take a look..."
Fang Qianyuan vaguely sensed that she was observing him, but paid it no mind. He simply finished reading what he held and spoke calmly.
Gushe Qingyao did not object. In fact, she had the same intention; otherwise, she would not have come all the way back.
The two mounted their respective Spirit Creatures, rose into the air, and headed toward the camps mentioned in the report.
Those camps were precisely the strongholds Han Tianzuo had used to gather blood sacrifices and brutalize the populace after bringing the various bandit gangs under his control.
An hour later, they reached the first camp, where some woodland bandits still stood guard.
They did not yet know that Han Tianzuo was dead. Even when they saw two Earth Rank Spirit Tamers arriving on enormous Earth Rank Spirit Creatures, they showed no sign of panic.
One bandit called out a warning, "Who are you? This is the Golden Centipede Emissary's territory!"
"Enough noise!" Fang Qianyuan showed no mercy. With a sweep of his hand, Wind Blade Frost Sword blasted down, killing a swath of them in an instant.
Once inside, they found commoners and low-ranking cultivators who had been abducted. Their condition was so wretched that it was unbearable to look at.
Deep within the camp, there was even a patch of grass strewn with a haphazard pile of stark white bones.