Qiluo Mountain City God Temple, East Cross-Courtyard.
With a loud splash, Li Buxian, soaked from head to toe, climbed out of the Dragon Locking Well.
His face dark, he returned to his room with a grim expression.
Chen Mu's Divine Sense Projection sat beside the Dragon Locking Well, watching Li Buxian with satisfaction.
Not bad. I spent the whole day messing with him for nothing.
I finally got to see that old bastard's furious black face.
Worth it.
He was chuckling as he prepared to return to the Statue Grotto-Heaven when he looked up and saw Li Buxian emerge again, now changed into dry black robes.
A Black-Skinned Gourd hung from his waist.
Its surface was jet-black, with Silver Thread patterns faintly visible. Compared with yesterday's gourd, it looked as though it had come from the exact same mold!
So there's more than one of these damn things?!
I celebrated too early!
Chen Mu's face immediately turned pitch-black.
Late the next night.
Chen Mu appeared by the Dragon Locking Well again, watching Li Buxian.
He had stolen Li Buxian's second gourd into the Statue Grotto-Heaven as well.
It was like a repeat of yesterday.
Li Buxian first stretched his arm into the Dragon Locking Well and groped around, then jumped down to inspect the bottom. In the end, his face looked even worse than it had yesterday.
Having learned his lesson, Chen Mu did not dare celebrate too soon.
Sure enough, before long, he saw Li Buxian emerge from his room again in a fresh set of dry black robes, expressionlessly carrying a Black-Skinned Gourd.
"Just how many gourds did this old bastard prepare?" Chen Mu could not help gritting his teeth and glaring.
Was it because stealing Yinhun came with a chance of failure, so he had prepared