As evening approached, Tang Xian had gathered enough redline grass and once again built a nest atop the Hundred-Handed Wood.
He didn't need to return to the mining district for the time being. Dong Ran's dance steps still required practice, and he also had to patiently wait for Qing JiuYu to bring the things he wanted.
And for Qing JiuYu to reveal what they wanted him to do.
Tang Xian had some guesses. The conflict between the fox and snake tribes must be at a critical phase, and coincidentally, something significant had happened among the foxes.
Without any clues, guessing blindly was a foolish endeavor.
The evening breeze was gentle. After scattering redline grass on the tent and the branches of the Hundred-Handed Wood, Tang Xian sat leisurely inside, breathing the cleanest air.
