Fisherman? Fisherman!

The white-haired girl gave a cold laugh but said nothing.

Zhao Sheng smiled knowingly, his gaze returning to Mo YanHai, who was refining the Spirit Pivot.

Just then, Mo YanHai's entire body shuddered. He abruptly stopped what he was doing, slowly turned around, and looked at Zhao Sheng and the other with a gloomy expression.

"The Spirit Pivot is right before your eyes. Why have you two delayed in coming forward to fight for it?" Mo YanHai stared fixedly at them with an exceptionally venomous gaze and said through gritted teeth.

Zhao Sheng sighed. "Alas, Fellow Daoist Mo, why not keep pretending to the end? Did you think fellow Daoist Bai and I were both fools? Or is Old Thief Xuan Zhan sick in the head, so full of himself that he thinks we would not see there was something seriously wrong with you?"

The white-haired girl snorted coldly, her face full of disdain.

In truth, one could have figured out with their toes that there was something utterly wrong with Mo YanHai! After all, if Xuan Zhan wanted to refine Danyang Dongtian without anyone noticing, the first person he had to deal with would be Mo YanHai, the one guarding the Dongtian.

Yet until just now, Mo YanHai had ostensibly remained "free," and had even rushed to refine the Dongtian Spirit Pivot, unnecessarily adding legs to a snake.

If there were no problem here, not even ghosts would believe it! "Hehe, it was clearly a trap, yet you willingly jumped into it. You are simply courting death! Now, even if you two want to leave the secret realm, it is already too late. You had best surrender obediently and let the master plant Soul Seals in you. Otherwise, you will soon have a taste of something worse than death!"