Great White Star nodded. "Since Your Majesty put it that way, I'm relieved..."
Over in the cultivation world, Wang Wu held Xuan Mo's wrist, her brows tightly furrowed as she muttered, "How strange, how strange. This demonic aura is as fine as a thread, yet bitterly cold. It doesn't seem like something that coward Yue Yunfeng could possess..." She released his wrist and swept back the disheveled hair from her forehead. A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. "Could that old bastard be hiding some other scheme?"
The moment Wang Lu heard this, he grew tense. "Master, doesn't that mean Xuan Mo is in great danger? This demonic aura..."
"Shut up!" Wang Wu impatiently cut him off. "I haven't finished speaking! This demonic aura is strange, but with Xuan Mo's constitution, it won't be able to do anything to him for the time being. I'll go to the Shengjing Immortal Sect and scout things out first, to see who's pulling the strings behind all this!"
With that, before Wang Lu or Xuan Mo could react, she flashed into a streak of golden light and vanished into the horizon, leaving the two of them bewildered in the wind.
"Master really is... swift and decisive..." Wang Lu sighed helplessly, then turned to Xuan Mo. "How do you feel? Should we go find Sect Master Fengyin first?"
Xuan Mo shook his head. "I feel fine. The demonic aura seems to have been suppressed, and there are no signs of it spreading for now." Yet inwardly, he pondered, This demonic aura came under suspicious circumstances. Could it be related to my identity before I transmigrated?
Before he could think it through, True Person Fengyin had already flown over on his sword. With a solemn expression, he asked, "Xuan Mo, what's going on with the