Chapter 72.1. Hand of Death—Envoys of the Death God!
Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng however, didn’t realise that Huo Yuhao had buried his fists into the soil beneath him.
Only one wife? He’s very self-disciplined when it comes to women? What does my mother count as, then? The hatred he’d suppressed for so long grew even stronger when he heard Dai Yueheng. Perhaps he is a national hero, but he’s definitely not a qualified husband or father. If he’d intervened, mom would’ve…
The sky had already dimmed by this point, such that it was difficult to even see one’s own hands in front of them beneath the cover the forest. At that moment, Wang Yan returned.
“Everyone, come here for a moment.” Wang Yan waved everyone towards him.
The students from the outer courtyard immediately moved towards him, while the seven from the inner courtyard were somewhat impatient. In terms of cultivation alone, Wang Yan was just a Soul King, which meant that he was merely on par with them. Moreover, he was merely a teacher from the outer courtyard; as students from the inner courtyard, they only recognised strength. As such, they didn’t truly respect a teacher like Wang Yan, who wasn’t much stronger than them. However, a teacher was still a teacher, thus they still decided to give him some face.
“I just finished scouting out the area around us,” Wang Yan said in a low voice, “combined with the observations we made on our journey here, I’ve made a few discoveries.
“I found a few Warm Mist Trees near us. For those of you who don’t know, a Warm Mist Tree is a relatively rare type of tree whose core can be used to produce medicine. Its trunk is as hard as steel, which makes it extremely suitable to be used in various types of furniture. During its growth, it has rather stringent oxygen requirements; only areas that have high levels of vegetation are suitable for them. An old book I once read stated that Warm Mist Trees only grow in areas that’re at least fifty miles deep into a forest. Furthermore, it stated that these trees like the coldness of Yin, thus their cores can help soul masters with Yin-attributed martial souls.”
Ma Xiaotao furrowed her brows. “Teacher Wang, what’re you trying to say?”
Wang Yan replied, “What I mean is that the appearance of these Warm Mist Trees signifies that we’ve entered the core region of the Ming Dou Mountain Range. At the very least, we’ve reached its border. Moreover, based on the information we’ve been given, the leader of the Hand of Death might be an evil soul master. I found this just now.”