More than ten days had passed since Yuan Wen gave Xiao Yan the map to the green lotus core flame.
Xiao Fan packed up his belongings in his room, then gave Han Jue a few instructions. From now on, Desert City would be under his jurisdiction, and he was to develop their forces properly. Han Jue's loyalty to Xiao Fan was now beyond question, so Xiao Fan could leave with peace of mind.
After they unified Desert City, the mercenary group's resources had visibly increased. Han Jue had taken swallowing hundred herbs, so his cultivation would advance rapidly from now on. He should be able to handle most problems that arose.
Today, Xiao Fan was going to continue his journey. After all, staying in Desert City had originally been a choice forced by circumstances. Unifying it could be considered a spare move on the board.
Beneath the blazing sun, a man in black robes trudged through the arid desert, his upper body bare.
Anyone who saw him would probably have been astonished. The desert was already scorching, and monsters hidden beneath the sand attacked from time to time. Anyone daring to wander alone through the vast Tagor Desert like this would likely collapse from dehydration before long. In a desert seldom visited by people, unconsciousness meant death.
This man was none other than Xiao Fan. After leaving Desert City, he had cultivated as he traveled through the desert, plotting his route on the map according to the distances between several oases and heading toward the territory of the Snake-People Tribe.
The Shadowless Mask remained on Xiao Fan's face. Thanks to its unique properties, it still gave him Mo Shang's appearance.
Beads of sweat the size of beans covered his bare upper body, slowly running down his collarbones, chest, and