He Lingchuan studied him for a long moment. “Your injury isn’t healed yet, is it?” Looks like my earlier judgment was right after all. This guy really is an opportunist to the bone.

“It’s fine.”

He Lingchuan did not object. He rose to his feet and said, “Let’s go.”

He really was curious about Qianxing City. After all, it had fallen thirty or forty years earlier than Panlong City, and its enemy had been just as terrifyingly powerful, powerful enough to snuff out any hope.

As he stood, he casually braced a hand against the stone wall and quietly released his eyeball spider.

With Uncle Da right across from them, he could not afford to be careless.

The eyeball spider peeked toward the owl, then immediately shrank back into a crack in the stone.

The two of them headed into the phantom city together.

Before turning away, He Lingchuan flicked one more glance at the fire opposite. Six or seven Chiyan men were getting to their feet as well, laughing and chatting as they walked toward the phantom city. But Uncle Da remained behind with a few subordinates, guarding the carriage.

He Lingchuan frowned slightly to himself.

The people from the caravan are just sightseeing, so it makes sense for them, but these Chiyan people have been playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with Fushan Yue lately, and they even have...