The visitor was the eldest disciple of the Tian Fu Pavilion, named Kang Huazang.
His cultivation level was formidable, despite his young age, he was already a True God-level powerhouse.
This time, he led his team to the Cursed City to seize the imminent emergence of the godly inscriptions.
"Eldest brother, who is the murderer?" the burly man asked.
Kang Huazang’s gaze narrowed slightly, as if pondering something, until after a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke.
The smoke coalesced in midair, not dispersing, and gradually morphed into a series of images.
It was the scene of Xu Bao’s death.
As the visage of Xue An gradually emerged within the images, a stir went through the people in the room.
"Is this the murderer who killed Xu Bao?"
"He looks very unfamiliar! He doesn’t seem to be from the Fangtian Domain!"
"To think he could shatter Xu Bao with a single palm, this man’s strength must not be underestimated!"
In the midst of these murmuring voices, Kang Huazang’s eyes shone brightly as he stared at Xue An’s image, whispering lightly.
"What a handsome youth! Holding him in my arms must feel wonderful!"
Saying so, Kang Huazang giggled neurotically.
But at that moment, the image of Xue An in the smoke suddenly looked up and swept a cold glance over everyone in the room, then his gaze settled on Kang Huazang and he smiled slightly.
Bang!
The smoke-made image instantaneously shattered, and Kang Huazang reeled as if struck by lightning, his complexion turning deathly pale, stumbling backward several steps.
"Eldest brother!"
Everyone in the room was shocked.
Kang Huazang waved his hand, indicating he was fine, then looked thoughtfully at the dissipated smoke, his eyes growing colder.
"To be able to break my secret technique, it seems I’ve underestimated you! But no matter who you are, offending the Tian Fu Pavilion in the Fangtian Domain means you must pay a price!"
Meanwhile.
Within the two-story building at the port.
Xue An sat in his room, speaking with An Yan.
Suddenly.
He sharply lifted his gaze toward the distance.
"Husband, what’s wrong?" An Yan was taken aback.
Xue An shook his head, "It’s nothing, just someone using a secret technique to trace back through time, searching for my tracks!"
"Trace back through time?" An Yan was baffled by what sounded like a mysterious term.
Xue An smiled, "Just a trifling trick, not worth mentioning!"
"Will there be any trouble?" An Yan asked, somewhat worried.
Xue An leaned back in his chair, his fingers gently twirling An Yan’s hair, speaking indifferently, "In front of your husband, of course, there won’t be any trouble! In fact, if it weren’t for this about-to-emerge divine inscription and the so-called fallen Ancient Gods, I can’t be bothered to waste time with them here!"
An Yan nodded, half understanding.
Although she often threw tantrums over trivial matters with Xue An, when it came to serious matters, An Yan always heeded Xue An’s advice.
"By the way, how is the schoolwork going for the two little girls?" Xue An suddenly remembered this matter and couldn’t help but ask.
An Yan’s temper flared at the question.
"And you still have to ask, your two daughters are simply infuriating!"
"Oh? What got you so mad?" Xue An was slightly taken aback.
As Xue An also stepped into the Magic Treasures Pavilion, Hu Ying and Xiao Yu were still fiercely battling it out in front of their computers.
"Hold on, Lord Hu, I’m coming right now to save you!" exclaimed Xiao Yu as several of her tentacles whipped about at breakneck speed, the keyboard clacking loudly.
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