Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang, led by a middle-aged man, headed higher into the mountain.
The clouds parted before their eyes as if they were walking amidst surging waves, devoid of any solidity. Wang Anfeng's inner strength slowly circulated within him, maintaining his condition in its most perfect state. His longsword was sheathed on his back, ready to be drawn in less than a breath's time, and five jade vases filled with poisons he concocted himself hung at his waist.
He had been dressed like this since they set out from Fufeng City.
It was as if he was heading to a battle to the death.
In fact, he could see the strangeness in this matter.
The death of Wei Qi, the beginning of this affair, and the end of all clues, everything pointed to Pharmacist Valley. To say there was no danger in this journey, he certainly did not believe it.
