Li Hao summoned his divine soul, and his golden soul avatar flew out above his head to roam the sky.
Soon, Li Hao found two wandering children in a corner at the edge of the village.
His body remained still as his divine soul swooped down. With a casual sweep, it stirred up sand and dust, sending pebbles shooting through the two remaining fish that had slipped through the net.
Mo River completion: 90%.
His divine soul returned. Li Hao took a single step, traversing fifteen li, and the next moment, he appeared on the hill behind the village, right beside the Black Robed Scholar.
Sensing Li Hao's sudden appearance, the Black Robed Scholar froze briefly.
Li Hao had already noticed that the Black Robed Scholar was different from the villagers outside. His expression was not numb; he could think for himself.
The female soul avatar clinging to the Black Robed Scholar's back suddenly raised her head and stared at Li Hao with cold, sinister eyes.
"Someone at your realm shouldn't be here," the Black Robed Scholar said softly.
"I didn't want to be here either," Li Hao said. "I stumbled in by accident."
The Black Robed Scholar fell silent for a moment, then said, "Before we fight, could you let me finish my work?"
Li Hao saw that he held a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. The brush was stained with blood, and a portrait of a woman sat on the easel before him.
The woman in the painting looked remarkably like the one on his back.
"You like the Painting Dao too?" Li Hao was rather surprised. He had not expected a dead man to have the leisure for such refined pursuits.
The Black Robed Scholar did not answer, merely lifting his brush