Mu Fusheng returned to the small courtyard, but in these ten days.
Mu Fusheng and Fang Qiong had laid many talismans around the courtyard.
At the same time, on the outermost, as per Mu Fusheng's request, the crown prince also set up numerous defensive forces here.
After all, Blackie would be fusing nine dragon souls here.
The commotion it might cause could be significant.
The dragon souls produced from a Demigod-level dragon vein were coveted by many.
This was the Chaos Realm, and what Tan Zongzhao had told them before coming here had been etched in their hearts.
Here, for the sake of profit, anything could be done.
Indeed, in these ten days, the traps set by the crown prince's men and the talisman formations laid by Mu Fusheng and Fang Qiong were triggered no less than twenty times!
On the eleventh day.
The sky had just dawned, and the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, shining into the courtyard.
