Jiang Wanhao had just received a call, Li Xiaoyao had already left Ling City and was on his way to Muze City.
Leaning on the sofa, Jiang Wanhao fiddled with the beads in his hand and muttered to himself, "No sect, no school, just a mere Qi-Training Martial Artist, yet he possesses so many Spirit Stones."
"Hmph, do you think the news of a location rich in spiritual soil is worth only ten thousand Spirit Stones? How naive."
Jiang Wanhao picked up his phone, dialed a number, and said, "Send the orders down, tomorrow everyone head to Xiao Taoyuan Mountain, and set up an ambush."
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Li Xiaoyao arrived in Muze City late that night and booked the city's most luxurious five-star hotel.
And it was just after seven o'clock.
Muze City was very close to Ling City, with the whole car journey taking no more than an hour.
After completing the check-in, Li Xiaoyao did not go upstairs.
Stepping out of the hotel, Li Xiaoyao hailed a taxi and headed for Muze City's famous ancient street.
