The Blood Fang's people had once again showed up outside the Cold Stream Valley.
Not only Ji Xia, but also Ji Zhuo had burst into anger. He had taken his contracted Fire Crow and searched the surrounding jungle for days, however, he didn't find even a trace of the Blood Fang; therefore, Ji Zhuo could only proudly tell Ji Hao that the Blood Fang's people were frightened by his existence and had already fled.
Ji Hao didn't think that it was this simple though; but he either could find any evidence revealing the schemes of the Blood Fang so he could only bury all the questions deep down his heart for now.
The next half-month had been strangely quiet and peaceful, with nothing abnormal happening.
Ji Hao had started to practice regularly according to a schedule, just like in his old days in the Gold Black Mountain.