The Unending Path

As the atmosphere between the two grew increasingly drawn, like swords pulled and bows bent.

In the crowd.

A delicate-looking woman with slightly plump skin, a well-proportioned figure, cheeks like fresh lychees, a nose as smooth as goose fat, and a black skirt was conversing with several fellow Daoists. The corner of her eye remained fixed firmly on Zhao Mo, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

This kind of smile would usually be taken as "success."

In the field.

Wang Yu likewise stared coldly at Zhao Mo, sensing that something was not quite right. Someone who could cultivate to Spirit Transformation Peak was not like Qingqing, who had yet to truly enter the eyes of the law lineage behind her.

And Zhao Mo came from the Xuanhuang Realm. Before he had even ascended, he already bore the name Mortal Yellow Daoist, and he was ranked first in the passage sequence. The level of importance placed on him was completely different.

Could this kind of person be a straw sack?

He did not believe it!

So after returning, he had never considered the possibility that Zhao Mo would target him. The reason he had not told the other party was also very simple: Zhao Mo was already ranked first, so the chance of exchanging precious resources for a ticket was not high.

After all, with this ranking, it had surely been the Kunlun Dharma Lineage behind him that had paid resources, which was why the Ruthless Dao had ranked him first.

If Zhao Mo came through his route, would that not be wasted effort?

When he held no hope to begin with, why invite the other party? It would only stir up trouble for no reason. After returning afterward, he would simply make the news public. He believed that