“How come my nose feels all itchy.”
Han Xiao rubbed the bridge of his high nose, staring out the window of the tower ship at the sea that seemed to meet the sky, lost in thought.
Right now he felt one word.
Worried.
Really worried.
The Alliance Master himself had ordered him to find the whereabouts of Wang Jixuan, saying that Wang Jixuan should already be in the Immortal Realm.
Han Xiao had dragged two Gold Immortal elders with him — one of them his own master — and spent months searching all over the Immortal Realm.
Back on Earth, the Qianshi Alliance had already sent people to station there, and they reported the same: there was no trace of Wang Jixuan.
Because this matter was being handled in secret, Han Xiao couldn’t mobilize the Alliance’s full resources and informants; he could only collect intelligence through the Qianshi Alliance’s own networks.
Soon, through spies he’d planted inside the Dark Sect, Han Xiao learned that the Dark Sect’s immortals had launched a large-scale operation to hunt down a mechanical fiend.
He slapped his thigh in excitement.
He immediately brought a small group of experts, and had his master and senior follow to this place to rescue whoever it was.