"Thick skin is a good habit; at least it helps you live longer," He Fang said lightly. "If you provoke an old demon in the future and they want to kill you, just take this seal out.
The top experts of the Federation, not many of them don't recognize this seal of your Third Master. As long as they give a little face, it should save your life."
This was the reason he gave the Mountain-Throwing Seal to Wang Xuan. Zhao Hao was indeed lacking in morality; his way of praising Wang Xuan made him noticeable, which was quite a bad thing.
Wang Xuan nodded, keeping He Fang's care in mind. This could be a matter of life and death; he couldn't be careless.
"Got it, but can I still move around freely?"
He Fang pondered for a moment, frowned, and said, "Who knows? But you'd better stay at Immortal Martial Mountain, settle for a few years, and improve your cultivation, that way you'll be safer."
Wang Xuan was speechless. "Then I'll have to walk around with a new identity?"
