The news about robbery of Yao Fan began circulating all over the sect ground. Many people began speculating who could done this.
"What a joke? None of us can beat Yao Fan. How can we rob him. It must be doing of a main peak disciple." One of the outer court disciple commneted.
"Yes, we never stepped on Main Peak! How can we know the place of Yao Fan." Another asked in rage.
"There are creating fake news to beat us." Another lady with muscles added with contempt.
Mo Han also received the news. But he ignored all commotion and focused on his training.
Inside servant barracks…
Mo Han sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. The pouch of aura stones in his hand glowed with a soft blue light, releasing threads of spiritual essence that circled his body like streams of mist. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, each breath pulling the essence from aura-stones into his dantian, pressing down the inconsistent layers of cultivation.
