A Foreboding Premonition

Following Han Li out of Kunwu Hall was the ugly woman transformed from the tenth-grade Mystic Rock Turtle.

Seeing Han Li readily toss a blood-colored wooden token to Mu Kui, she could not help feeling a jumble of emotions.

She had never imagined that Mu Kui, who had sought refuge with Human Race Cultivators, would ultimately gain his freedom, while she, who had banded together with the Silver-Winged Yaksha for warmth, had once again fallen into the hands of Human Race Cultivators.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Luo truly keeps his word. Many thanks, many thanks!"

Mu Kui laughed heartily and shot a vine from his mouth, wrapping it around his Natal Soul Token before swallowing it straight into his belly.

"Senior Brother Luo, where did those Great Jin Cultivators and Wutu Immortal Masters guarding the hall go?

Just now, in the main hall, I sensed some slight tremors. Could their disappearance be related to that?"

After looking around, Han Li asked in surprise.

"Hehe, it's nothing major. A Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure seems to have emerged near the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, so everyone went over there to compete for their chance at fortune."

Luo Hong answered calmly, as though he did not consider a mere Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure worth his attention.

In truth, he really did not think much of the Eight Spirit Ruler. It was a Buddhist Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure, and its power was fairly ordinary to begin with, so it held little appeal for him.

The Black Wind Banner was indeed extremely formidable, but unless Luo Hong intervened in the struggle within the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, it was destined to be destroyed.

And clearly, with a Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure already in hand, Luo Hong had no desire to risk his life over a Black Wind Banner.

"I see." Han Li