Hu Dingfang snorted and ignored those around him. He swept the surroundings again out of the corner of his eye. There was still no sign of Li Hao and the others. He couldn’t help but glance at the structures that seemed like a small town in the distance—the outer city.1

Had Li Hao, Liu Long, and Liu Yan blundered into the outer city? That would be very troublesome!0

He wouldn’t mind heading inside for a look right now if he was here alone. But he’d pledged his support to Hou Xiaochen and there was a band of Night Watchers following him. If he left, Hao Lianchuan wouldn’t be able to hold off Red Moon and Yama if the organizations decided to attack the agency.0

Frustrated, there was nothing Hu Dingfang could do. Thus, he showed an ever more unfriendly face to Violet Moon and Revolution. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was indeed a bit weaker than them… Well, perhaps not, since he was very confident in himself. He was a supernatural who’d crossed over from being a martial master and was well versed in the Five Styles.0

The Five Styles weren’t a secret art. But under normal circumstances, it was useless without its breathing method. He...0