Mo Zi sat amid the mountains.
Not long ago, he had just endured Gou Shengzi's reprimand.
Mo Zi knew that he did not have much time left.
He could not remain in the world of Cangzhou for too long.
As someone at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, staying in another world for too long would affect his cultivation.
Moreover, every move he made would draw the attention of others.
Who knew whether someone was secretly keeping an eye on him?
It seemed there was no hope of capturing that Shushan Disciple.
Whenever he thought of this, Mo Zi seethed with anger.
At that moment, the wind swept through the bamboo grove, producing a rustling hiss.
The sound irritated him greatly. With a casual wave of his hand, an entire bamboo grove in the distance was reduced to powder.
Mo Zi rose to his feet and headed down the mountain.
Seeing this, the disciple who had originally come here to report did not even dare to breathe loudly.
After hesitating for a moment, he still did not dare step forward to report the situation to his master.
Mo Zi was temperamental and hot-tempered. One wrong word, and he would take a life.
Yet although the disciple did not go to report, Mo Zi had already noticed him.
"What are you hiding there for? Speak if you have something to say, fart if you need to fart!"
The disciple's whole body trembled slightly. He walked forward and said shakily,
"Disciple... disciple..."
"Speak!" Mo Zi said coldly.
"This disciple... happened to discover some pills from the Central Continent on the market. One look was enough to tell that these pills came from the hands of Central Continent alchemists!"
There was not the slightest hint of joy on Mo Zi's face. "What kind of discovery