Fang Hao crawled out from that hidden exit, seeing the light of day again, feeling as if he had come back to life.
The Hundred Flower Ruins were too oppressive; it was either fighting and killing or constantly living in fear. Being able to come out completely unscathed was truly a stroke of incredible luck.
He stood on the mountainside, taking a few deep breaths of the air carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, feeling much more comfortable all over.
He looked back at the pitch-black exit, calculating his next step in his mind.
The treasures he had snatched from the medicinal garden needed to be digested quickly, especially those few main ingredients; he had to refine them into forming golden core as soon as possible.
He could not return to Hundred Flowers City; there were too many people and prying eyes. It was possible that news of True Person Chiyang's disappearance had already leaked, and returning would be walking straight into a trap.
