The Dali Kingdom lay southwest of the Great Song. Its founding emperor was Duan Siping, the Sacred Civil and Martial Emperor, and more than sixty years had passed since its founding.
After parting ways with Liaochen and the others, Huang Xiao spent seven days traveling before finally reaching the Dali Kingdom.
Along the way, Huang Xiao's injuries had grown increasingly severe. The icy energy in his dantian had already frozen more than half of it, and his meridians were much the same. Although he possessed the internal power of a First-Class Expert, the amount he could actually use was probably less than that of a third-class Jianghu practitioner.
At this rate, Huang Xiao knew he would not live another three days. After all, the icy energy was invading his meridians faster and faster. When the time came, even if the meridians throughout his body did not rupture inch by inch, they would be frozen solid by that icy energy.
"A pot of tea!" Huang Xiao called as he sat down at an empty table.
It was a small tea stall at a crossroads. Northwest from here lay the Great Song, while to the north were Xiazhou and the other four prefectures under Li Jiqian's control. The road west led to Tubo. People therefore came and went constantly, and quite a few stopped here to rest and have some tea.
There were Jianghu practitioners here, along with some ordinary folk, but most were merchant caravans traveling between the various kingdoms.
"Ah!" A server brought a pot of tea over to Huang Xiao. Just as he was about to set it on the table, he suddenly cried out, and the teapot fell from his hand toward the ground.
Huang Xiao swept out his hand and caught the falling teapot.
"Sir, I'm terribly