Yin-Yang Dao Field [Part One]

In the Yin-Yang Ruins, the black and white soils lay starkly divided.

Liu Mo warned him in secret, "This brown-haired man is a dying Heavenly Immortal. Don't get too close to him."

Qin Ming nodded. Out here, it certainly wasn't the place to fall out with him.

The brown-haired, middle-aged man was outwardly courteous, even quite well-mannered, but his deep-seated sense of superiority showed through in every little detail.

He looked at Liu Mo and said, "You'll take the lead in a moment, and I'll bring up the rear. The young people will stay in the middle. That will be safer and ensure nothing goes wrong."

Although he spoke as though discussing the arrangement, his tone held no warmth. He wasn't quite overbearing, but his attitude brooked no objection.

He was treating Old Liu like a beast of burden, making him clear the way ahead.

Liu Mo smiled, then nodded. "That's fine."

They might as well go along with him out here. There was no need to cause unpleasantness.

The brown-haired, middle-aged man wore a gray robe and had faint crow's-feet at the corners of his eyes. After a slight nod, he offered a gentle smile and introduced himself.

He came from the Eternal Mist Origin Cult, and his name was Gu Rui.

It took little thought to realize that this was a massive organization in the deeper reaches of the Night Mist World. Otherwise, it could never have produced such a mysterious Heavenly Immortal with such profound cultivation.

Gu Rui had chosen Liu Mo's team precisely because it was small, making it easy to insert his own people.

His casual mention of the Eternal Mist Origin Cult was no shallow attempt to reveal his background. It was a subtle act of intimidation.

He understood these people's mindset very well.