Chapter 968 – Before Dawn (1/2)

Chapter 968 – Before Dawn

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Bie Yanghong said nothing, his calm expression explaining all.

Everything was possible.

Xuanyuan Po suddenly felt a little cold. Rising, he said, ”I am going to see the tribe leader.”

Bie Yanghong replied, ”Even if you tell him of your speculations, it will be meaningless.”

Xuanyuan Po somewhat anxiously said, ”Then why hasn't anyone come yet?”

”Neither the venerable Daoist nor Wang Po will come, because no one can be sure that this is not a trap.”

Bie Yanghong gazed at the now-lightless crystal powder and the crooked wooden pagodas on the floor. He paused for a while, then continued, ”In everyone's eyes, I and my wife are already dead, and so the Human race cannot afford to lose another expert of the Divine Domain. This would topple the entire system upon which the continent operates.”

Xuanyuan Po thought, then declared, ”Tomorrow, I will try my best to kill him.”

Wuqiong Bi leaned against the wall, gripping the stump of her arm while she gave him a loathsome look. ”We're relying on you?”

Xuanyuan Po had already learned to ignore her. He continued to look at Bie Yanghong and said, ”And I think that someone will come to help me.”

Bie Yanghong understood what he meant. If their speculations were true, there were assuredly many people in the Demi-human race, perhaps even influential personages, who would be just as fiercely opposed as Xuanyuan Po.

In truth, he had already confirmed the truth of the entire matter, as he and Wuqiong Bi were severely injured because Madam Mu had allied with the demons.

Since he could he not understand, he could only wait until something happened, so Xuanyuan Po walked out of the room and began to make dinner.

Upon smelling the vegetable oil and eggplant from outside, Wuqiong Bi revealed an extremely annoyed expression.

Besides braised eggplant, Xuanyuan Po had also boiled half a pot of green onions with tofu, steamed a large bowl of corn rice, and the most delicious of all was the ten-some pieces of cured meat steaming on the rice.

Xuanyuan Po and Bie Yanghong ate very earnestly, even enjoying the food.

Wuqiong Bi was missing an arm, so it was not easy for her to eat. She wanted to imitate Bie Yanghong and wrap the rice with meat, but she failed several times.

She grew angry and threw her chopsticks on the table as she cursed, ”Eating nothing but pig food, it's no wonder you look like a pig!”

Bie Yanghong glanced at her, apparently wanting to soothe her with a few words. Ultimately, however, he said nothing, only sighed.

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The streets of the lower city near the Red River always felt damp, even when it was not raining. Perhaps this was because the sewage system here was not that developed, or maybe because the quality of the people here was also not very high. The residents living along these streets had a penchant for dumping their trash and filthy water on the side of the street.

A shadow slowly drifted through the garbage and greasy water filling the streets, descending the stone steps to eventually arrive at the Pine Paths.

In the last two nights, the Pine Paths had been completely different from its usual self. It was much quieter, but this did not mean that no one was there.

People filled the streets.

The Bear tribe's warriors, the Tang clan steward and ten-some cultivators from the south, and the Archbishop of the Western Wastes, accompanied by several dozen priests, had placed the area under a tight encirclement.

And yet no noise could be heard within. If one did not carefully listen, one would not even be able to distinguish the sound of breathing.

With such a vigilant and tight defense network, even experts of the Proclamation of Liberation like Xiao Zhang or Xiaode would find themselves hard-pressed to sneak inside.

But to this shadow, this was no difficult task. He cultivated the arts of the Yellow Springs and was innately sinister and foul, so he was most skilled at traveling through the earth.

With the hour late and the world quiet, the Bear warriors, priests, and southern cultivators in the Pine Paths slightly relaxed their guard.

The shadow silently reached the courtyard at the end of the alley, infiltrating into the darkness with the wind, traveling along the moss to reach the floor, and finally creeping up to the door.

Xuanyuan Po was sitting cross-legged behind the door, his eyes closed in sleep.

This was how he had slept the last two days.

Because he was in sitting in front of the paper door, anyone who wanted to see Bie Yanghong or Wuqiong Bi would have to wake him up first.

The shadow stopped in front of the door, halting its advance.

It was not because he had sensed the power of the sword sitting across Xuanyuan Po's knees, but because he had sensed the two people behind the paper door.

The crystals were on the verge of crumbling and the wooden pagodas had lost much of their energy. Moreover, he was very close.

He could even draw a picture of those two people in his sea of consciousness.

One Daoist nun and one scholar.

It was precisely the people he needed to find.

He was naturally very shocked, but before he could feel any happiness, he felt fear.

These were two experts of the Divine Domain. Although they were heavily injured, he still did not dare to act blindly. He only wanted to retreat and bring this news back to Madam Mu.

The shadow silently returned to the courtyard, drifting over the white stones to the short pine, intending to leap over the wall.

At this moment, a strand of divine intent fell on his body.

This divine intent did not seem very formidable. Its Qi was gentle as soft silk, not harming him in the slightest.

But he did not dare move, because the message transmitted by this divine intent was crystal-clear.