"Are you sure that person's name was Sun Buxiao?"
In Desert City, a black-robed man quietly questioned a shopkeeper.
"Yeah, that was his name. I heard it when he was shooting the breeze with the owner of the map shop next door. But that shopkeeper, the one surnamed Hai, hasn't come back for days."
The shopkeeper spoke while cracking melon seeds.
"...All right, thanks. Here, take this. If anyone asks, tell them I was never here. Understand?"
He tossed the shopkeeper a few gold coins.
"Ah! Certainly, sir!"
The shopkeeper accepted the coins, his face beaming.
The black-robed man turned around and took out a sheet of paper to look at. A trace of murderous intent surfaced in his eyes.
"Sun Buxiao... Hmph! You know the Mo Family's secret. Even if you're connected to the Mittel Family, we absolutely cannot leave you alive..."
After uttering those words in a low voice, he lowered his head and disappeared into Desert City's crowds.
"The bones are the foundation of the body. The first step of Poison-Pressure Body Tempering is the skeleton. Only then do we move on to the internal organs, followed by the skin and flesh."
"But now that we've started figuring out a system, just calling it Poison-Pressure Body Tempering feels a little lacking in prestige."
Sun Dog rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
When you were out in the world, you gave yourself your own identity.
"Let's wait until we've fully perfected the method. Besides, only people with the Woeful Poison Body like us can use it, right? Is that really necessary?"
Xiao Yi Xian's gaze could not have been more exasperated.
She felt that no matter how much time passed-even an eternity-she would never get used to Sun Buxiao's wildly careening imagination.
Not that she disliked that about him.
"Never