The morning sun had just risen.
In the mountains and fields of green hills and clear waters.
The sky was azure and lofty, and the mountain woods were lush as a folding screen.
A little stream flowed with a murmuring sound.
Two figures walked one ahead and one behind.
The person in front was tall and thin, wearing an ill-fitting daoist robe stained with blood. His movements were stiff and strange, like a puppet with strings attached.
The person behind was small and slight, with picturesque brows and eyes, his steps light and nimble.
These two were none other than Ghost Daoist and Mo Hua.
They had already walked through the night, and then through the morning.
Ghost Daoist walked slowly, seeming in no hurry at all.
Mo Hua had no choice but to match his pace, following him neither too fast nor too slow.
The person he was following was Ghost Daoist...
Ghost Daoist was brutal and uncanny.
His mind ran deep, and he excelled at bewitching people's hearts.
The great demon Feng Xi of Immortal City and the Dao Sin Corpse King of Nanyue City had both come from Ghost Daoist's schemes.
And just now, twenty Golden Core Demonic Cultivators had also been slaughtered to the last by his "Dao Heart Planting Demon."
Following behind him, Mo Hua had been nervous at first, very uneasy.
But after following him for half a day and a night, he instead grew numb. His heart eased, and gradually, he adapted.
He thought it over and felt that, for the time being, he should be safe.
Though he did not know Ghost Daoist's intentions, since Ghost Daoist wanted to take him to see his master, then before they met his master, he definitely would not kill him.
Moreover, he probably would not