Storm

Storm

Xun Ziyou let out a long breath.

Thank goodness...

His heart had been hanging by a thread; he had nearly been scared to death...

Then he immediately asked, "Mo Hua, how did you... get in?"

There was a delay from the other end, as though the Primal Magnetism Sensing signal was poor. Only after a while did a message arrive.

Mo Hua: "I hid beneath a carriage and slipped in."

Xun Ziyou: "You said Linghu Xiao was captured too?"

"Mm-hmm! And Xiao Mutou—Ouyang Mu of Ta'a Gate and the Ouyang Family." Mo Hua sent back.

Song Jian had been unconsciously forgotten by him.

Xun Ziyou frowned. "Can you still get out?"

Although the disciples of Ta'a Gate and Chongxu Gate came from the same lineage as Void Gate, and he could not simply ignore them, he inevitably had his own selfish considerations. There had to be a distinction between those close to him and those farther away.

Mo Hua's safety naturally came first.

If saving other disciples meant putting Mo Hua at risk, he definitely would not be willing.

Not to mention the old ancestor's side.

If the old ancestor learned that Mo Hua, such a young disciple, had entered the perilous Valley of Ten Thousand Demons while he, an elder, remained outside, he would surely skin him alive and break his legs.

Therefore, Mo Hua's safety had to be ensured first. Everything else could be considered afterward.

Inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua was still hidden beneath the coffin like a little cat. He looked around and found only utter darkness.

Even through his Divine Consciousness, he sensed nothing but cold, bloodstained stone walls.

The gate that had resembled a demon beast's gaping maw on the way in had already shut.

It seemed he could