When Li Hao collected the mysterious power stones, Hong Yitang gestured to the wind chime with a jerk of his chin. “Take that too!”0

The young man stowed the wind chime with his belongings and rose to his feet. He silently considered the two men, a calm gaze in his eyes and one hand behind his back. No one could tell what he was thinking1

He Yong looked at Hong Yitang, who laughed and breathed out. “You walk your path however it should be walked. Southern Fist and I will cultivate here for a day and have a chat with these monster spirit brothers.”1

He Yong pursed his lips, but didn’t object.0

Li Hao took another look at the two and quietly walked off. Hong Yitang watched him and called out, “Don’t forget the corpses on the ground! You can gather mysterious power from them. We have no use for it, but you should.”1

Although much of it had dissipated, two dead Novas and seventeen Solars still produced a flabbergasting amount of mysterious power. Solars typically supplied one thousand cubes. Novas, being known as three times the suns of a Solar, held at least three times the mysterious power within their...1