"So that was what happened in the northwest. I was wondering why there had been no word from that brat Han Feng lately."
As he read the report submitted by one of the branch halls below him, a thoughtful look appeared in Mu Gu's eyes.
The Heavenly Poison Gate. Sun Buxiao.
He possessed the exceedingly rare woeful poison body and a powerful soul, as well as the heavenly flame known as the netherworld poison flame. With a Dou Emperor's cultivation, he could fight a Dou Zong head-on. His temperament was erratic and violent, and he almost invariably killed anyone who opposed him. He also appeared to have some degree of cooperation with Jia Nan Academy.
That "disciple" of his, Han Feng, who had never once been of one mind with him, apparently had not even had time to ask him for help before dying at this man's hands.
Mu Gu did not particularly mind Han Feng's death.
What bothered Mu Gu was that Han Feng's sea heart flame was gone!
"That damned fool! Why didn't he think to ask me for help? He could at least have handed over the sea heart flame before going off to die!"
The thought of it made Mu Gu sick.
As expected of someone who used to be that moron Yao Chen's disciple... it would have been stranger if there weren't something wrong with his brain.
Forget it. He was dead, and that was that. A shame about such a fine heavenly flame... with the wrong master, its destruction was hardly surprising.
But this Sun Buxiao was rather interesting.
Mu Gu picked up Sun Buxiao's dossier, smacking his lips as he read.
An erratic, violent temperament, merciless toward his opponents, and a powerful soul to boot.
*Never mind anything else-wasn't a formidable young expert