The fog of the Inner Mountain came quickly and left just as fast.
Mo Hua packed up his things and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a Cultivator covered in blood running towards him from a distance.
Upon seeing Mo Hua, the Cultivator showed a look of great alarm and cried out urgently, “Run quickly!”
Only then did Mo Hua recognize that the blood-covered Cultivator was Ji Li!
Ji Li was pale, covered in wounds, and his breath was weak. He hadn’t run a few steps before a black-clothed brute came striding over and chopped a blade down on his back.
Blood gushed like a fountain, and Ji Li gradually slumped to the ground, but still he kept looking at Mo Hua, muttering,
“Quick… run.”
The black-clothed brute glanced disdainfully at Ji Li and then turned to look at Mo Hua with a hoarse voice, “You two know each other?”
Mo Hua nodded.
The brute sneered, “Good, then you’ll have company on your journey to death.”
After saying that, the brute stepped forward toward Mo Hua.
After a few paces, the brute frowned suddenly, looking down to see Ji Li’s bloodied hand gripping his ankle tightly, preventing him from advancing towards Mo Hua.
Ji Li tried to say something, but he couldn’t speak, only coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood from his throat.
The black-clothed brute sneered with contempt, crushed Ji Li’s hand under his foot, and continued to stride towards Mo Hua.
Meanwhile, Mo Hua still stood motionless on the spot, not moving an inch.
“Scared stiff, are you?”
The black-clothed brute sneered internally.
No wonder, a child of such young age, on the brink of death, it was normal to be panic-stricken.
The black-clothed brute’s eyes gleamed cruelly as he continued to walk forward.
Just as he was about to step within an arm’s reach of Mo Hua, a sudden doubt arose:
How did this child survive in the Inner Mountain?
The Inner Mountain had Monster Beasts, miasma, dense fog, poison marshes, and Sin Cultivators like himself committing all manner of wicked deeds.
This child, all alone, should have died long ago.
The brute harbored some doubts in his heart, but his feet had already taken the step and firmly landed on the ground.
Immediately, he frowned, sensing something was off.
It seemed like something had shattered beneath his feet, the sound crisp and delicate, similar to that of a Spirit Stone, and there was a sensation of Spiritual Energy flowing as well.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stone underfoot faintly glowing red.
He looked up again, only to find Mo Hua had already drifted back, no longer with the dazed and panic-stricken look from before; instead his young face was calm, the clear eyes even carried a hint of mockery.
The brute was first puzzled, then woke up to the reality with a shock, “No good!”
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