553 Ten Thousand Demons_3
Young Master Yun was still burdened with heavy worries.
The middle-aged cultivator was startled, “Go back? Back where?”
The skinny elder said annoyedly, “Go back the way we came!”
The middle-aged cultivator was anxious, “What about the opportunity? You don’t want it anymore? After all the trouble we’ve gone through…”
The skinny elder sneered, “Don’t you understand? This matter is no longer within our reach…”
“Or rather, it was never within our reach in the first place!”
“We were just pawns sent to gather information, and now that the news has been sent back, naturally, those above us will plan the next move.”
“The territory of Dali Mountain will sooner or later turn into a slaughterhouse.”
“If we stay any longer, we really won’t have a single path to life left!”
The middle-aged cultivator frowned, “Because of Mystery Demon Ancestor?”
The skinny elder sighed, “Not only that…”
He turned to glance at the dilapidated temple, his gaze covered with a layer of gloom and fear.
“The presence of Taoists means that the real Demon Heads of the Demon Path are also coming…”
Although the Demon Sect was suppressed by the Taoist Court and lay dormant for many years, its power was profound; it certainly wasn’t limited to just one Feather Transformation Realm old demon like Mystery Demon Ancestor.
All three of them understood this.
Yet, faced with the opportunity, the middle-aged cultivator was still somewhat hesitant.
The skinny elder snorted coldly, “Whether you leave or not, I don’t care, but I am leaving.”
The middle-aged cultivator was taken aback, then frowned, “How can you leave? We had an agreement, and I gave you a lot of Spirit Stones…”
“I’ll give the Spirit Stones back to you.”
The middle-aged cultivator wore a conflicted expression, struggling inwardly for a long time, before he finally sighed, “It’s not that I’m reluctant to part with the Spirit Stones…”
“Forget it, let’s go.”
He knew that with the elder’s divination, they had been able to turn danger into safety along the way.
Without the elder, he wasn’t sure he could make it out of Dali Mountain alive on his own.
He didn’t want the Spirit Stones either; he thought of it as establishing good karma.
The middle-aged cultivator was somewhat dejected, “I originally thought I could get an opportunity to change my fate, but now… sigh, I might as well return to Qian State and be my disciplined Instructor…”
He then followed behind the elder, heading back.
After a few steps, the skinny elder suddenly stopped, turned to look at the dilapidated temple, and bowed deeply with a solemn expression, sincerely praying in his heart,
“May the young friend turn danger into safety, and have an immeasurable path!”
“If there is a chance one day, I must repay this life-saving grace!”
Young Master Yun also bowed sincerely.
The middle-aged cultivator sighed and, although somewhat reluctant, still reverently performed a bow.
Afterward, the three of them gradually moved further away, leaving Dali Mountain and the place of controversy…
…
Mo Hua was just the opposite.
He not only couldn’t leave but had to follow Gui Tao’s people step by step towards Li Mountain City, entering deeper into the bloody storm.
After leaving the broken temple, it took another dozen of days before Mo Hua finally arrived in front of Li Mountain City.
He was still tens of miles away from the city, and from a distance, he could see the sky-obscuring blood flags and the towering sea of blood.
Just like the scene he had seen when he left Li Mountain City that day.
“Master…”
Mo Hua felt worried and turned to ask Gui Tao, “Uncle, are we going to enter the city now?”
Gui Tao looked impassive.
Mo Hua wasn’t surprised; he had grown accustomed to his Uncle’s reticence, especially when it came to talking to him.
Mo Hua didn’t mind.
When you can’t change another person, you have to learn to adapt to them.
He had learned to somewhat understand what his Uncle wanted to say from his hollow and indifferent expression, and those pitch-dark eyes.
Like now, Uncle’s face was dark, and he looked displeased, which meant,
“Not entering the city.”
Mo Hua then asked, “Not entering the city? Where are we going then?”
Gui Tao’s pitch-black eyes glanced at Mo Hua.