Within the training ground halfway up Weizhi Peak, Luo Ding frowned tightly. "He isn't here?"
"Emperor Flow Paste has been falling frequently, and Mutant Beasts have been stirring in the Southwest Land. The peak master had no choice but to go suppress them." Tang Zhimu replied respectfully.
Was it really such a coincidence?
"Then when will he return?"
"This... the Southwest Land of Yizhou is vast. As for his return date..." Tang Zhimu cautiously watched Luo Ding.
Luo Ding's expression immediately darkened.
"He's deliberately avoiding you, isn't he?"
"First Hu Sheng, then Chen Mu. None of them worked out. Is this Human Demon of yours even capable?" Green Barbarian transmitted in dissatisfaction.
"Shut up!" Luo Ding's face grew even gloomier.
He had always felt that Nine Peaks Mountain was jinxed for him. Ever since arriving here, nothing had gone his way.
Go into the mountains to find Chen Mu?
Who knew where Chen Mu had run off to!
The Southwest Land of Yizhou was vast. If the other party deliberately hid, finding him would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
He could only choose someone else.
Luo Ding snorted coldly in displeasure, then turned and left.
"That old bastard is probably up to no good."
South of Nine Peaks Mountain, within a small hill hollow, Chen Mu secretly curled his lip.
Using the Vermilion Feather Sword, he employed the True Hearing Technique to listen in on Weizhi Peak from time to time and had already learned of Luo Ding's visit.
Chen Mu did not believe that such an important figure would lower himself to seek him out merely to reminisce.
"I can't return to Weizhi Peak anytime soon." Chen Mu looked around the small valley.
Three Yin Slaying Demon blades danced through the air, clearing away