"If that's the case, Tongtian Daoist, stay here and study the formation. I've already shared everything I know about formations with you. It won't be long before you can fully control the formation on Golden Ao Island," Li Mo said calmly.
"Good! Then I'll leave Duobao in your care. He's weak, and might not be able to protect his own life," Tongtian Daoist said, looking at Daoist Duobao, who stood behind Li Mo.
"Don't worry," Di Jun said, cupping his hands.
After bidding farewell to Tongtian Daoist on Golden Ao Island, Di Jun felt light and carefree.
He hummed a little tune, in an excellent mood.
He'd gained quite a lot on this trip to Golden Ao Island.
With all these spiritual treasures, why should he be afraid of Yun Zhongjun and the others causing trouble?
Of course he didn't need to be afraid! All they wanted were spiritual treasures. He could simply slap them right in the face with them.
Zhang Yuan.
It lay at the easternmost point of the East Sea.
Led by Daoist Duobao, the three traveled at full speed, streaking over the sea like flashes of lightning.
But just then,
Luohu stretched and warned Li Mo, "Master, we've got a tail."
Li Mo turned to the side and spotted something unusual beneath the seawater.
Looking closely, he realized it was one of the Dragon Clan.
They weren't strong, though—only Mystic Immortals.
They didn't seem to be planning to attack, either.
"Leave them be." Li Mo yawned, then fell asleep.
Daoist Duobao shot Li Mo an unhappy look, but didn't dare voice his anger.
He'd gone to so much trouble searching for spiritual treasures, while Li Mo was doing nothing but sleeping. It annoyed him.
No! He had to make Li Mo suffer a little.
He glanced