Han Yu's expression was a mix of complexity. Just a moment before, Ping had spewed forth a dense mist that enveloped the entire Sea of Consciousness.
This was exactly the same as what had happened at the East Sea.
His suspicions were confirmed: the person spying on him was indeed the same one Xiao Shui had mentioned.
What terrible luck, to encounter such coincidences?
Damn the black robes, they might be ineffective, but they treat so-called exclusive information as treasure, which ultimately amounts to nothing.
He still fancied sneaking over to fish in troubled waters without informing the organization, yet others had already captured the Fire Spirit.
If it hadn't been in his hands, and the person came personally, they would have ended up captured to be cannon fodder again.
"When you return, give that black-robed guy a good beating for me."
Han Yu instructed Ling Wuce with a dark face.
