Within the deep, vast Dense Forest, all seemed quiet, but undercurrents surged beneath the surface.
Not long after Perfected One Fengguang left, Fan Baimo surveyed the area and decided he should seize this chance to escape. The person fleeing on the Black Tiger clearly had only Fifth Realm cultivation and would struggle to evade a Seventh Realm expert for long.
Just as he was about to leave, Yue Wen, who lay facedown ahead of him, suddenly twitched.
Without opening his eyes, Yue Wen abruptly let out a faint breath, his body curling up twice more.
"Hah-" He took another few seconds to recover before finally opening his eyes. With a trembling hand, he took out a pill and swallowed it. Only then did his breathing grow a little stronger.
A while later, he finally propped himself up with difficulty, climbed to his feet, and staggered toward another part of the forest. His two "Corpse Puppets" stood there. It appeared that Perfected One Fengguang had captured him without much of a fight, leaving the Corpse Puppets undamaged.
Just as he was about to leave, Fan Baimo emerged from the hollow tree and called, "Wen Yan."
"Hm?" Yue Wen's shoulders jolted, and he turned. "Master?"
Seeing Fan Baimo's fragile body covered in cracks, he grew even more shocked. "Master, how-how were you injured so badly? Did you run into people from the Supernatural Affairs Bureau too?"
"I encountered two Dao Realm cultivators earlier. They failed to hold me, but I suffered some injuries," Fan Baimo said lightly.
Why are you still putting on airs at a time like this? Yue Wen thought.
*They failed to hold you? They never even tried. If they hadn't been concentrating on Su Beimo and had spared even one Dao Realm cultivator for you, wouldn't they have