Chapter 2285 — The Strange Fellow Descends the Mountain
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
These past few days, Old Six had circled back and forth several times near the upper vein of the Wulonghaote range, and had discovered the cave where Wei Zhao had once stayed. Inside the cave, however, he found nothing of value.
He did find a small iron box. Judging by its appearance, it should be a box for holding some precious item. If Old Six's guess was right, what the box had contained should be the great treasure his master sought!
But the treasure had already been taken, and the box was plainly worthless now. Beyond that, there were some fast-food wrappers in the cave. From this it seemed the cave's occupants had left not long ago, for neither the wrappers nor the iron box bore much dust.
With Old Twelve blocking the way below the range, Old Six was not afraid of anything. He need only keep watch over the upper vein; so long as someone blocked the lower vein, that was enough. If they truly encountered that formidable hand capable of splitting mountains and cleaving seas, then even if he and Old Twelve joined forces, it would be to no avail.
What Old Six hoped for now was that the one who had killed Old Thirteen was not the Zhang Naipao and his wife of whom Tagan Long spoke, but someone else entirely!
And best of all, that they had separated. If they had split up, then he could make trouble for that Zhang Naipao.
Old Twelve had been stationed with the Tagan family's guards at the junction of the mountain path all along, questioning every adventuring party that went up and down each day. But these people were all of low strength—most had not even set foot on the Yellow Rank, and the strongest were no more than Yellow Rank hands. Moreover, each party's numbers matched those recorded when they went up, so there was nothing worth investigating.
Though the Tagan family was the most powerful, that power was largely hidden. On the surface they were much like the other powers, only somewhat stronger, and it would not do to interfere with adventuring parties from other families and forces passing up the mountain.
After all, they could not seal off the mountain outright over a matter of the Tagan family's, and Old Twelve had no such intention; naturally the Tagan family would not take such a superfluous step either.
Only today, the situation was somewhat different! Suddenly, not far from the mountain exit, a strange cry rang out, and then a mad old man in tattered clothes, hair hanging loose and disheveled, came running down from the mountain. His late Heaven-Rank peak strength made no attempt at concealment, laid bare for all to see, and everyone present tensed at the sight!
Old Twelve's expression changed drastically!
A hand of late Heaven-Rank peak strength—the same grade as Old Six. Though he too was Heaven-Rank, he was only at the peak of early Heaven-Rank, far below the man before him. Could this be the formidable hand Old Six had written back about?
At this thought, Old Twelve's heart tightened. Though he had come from that place and possessed pure and refined mental techniques and martial skills, making him somewhat stronger than ordinary hands of the same grade, he still had little confidence in facing a powerhouse of late Heaven-Rank peak strength, several grades above his own.
After all, he did not know that the actual combat strength of this mad old man of late Heaven-Rank peak was not strong at all!