Li Mo scrutinized the ten thousand subordinates Meng Ji had brought.
He nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Hmm, their strength is pretty decent."
"Mo Huang, shouldn't we go persuade Bai Ze and Bai Jiu first? Why are we heading to the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" Meng Ji asked telepathically, not daring to speak aloud in case someone overheard.
"No rush. The Demon Race is powerful, so the priority is to arrange for these people to join them. That'll make our work as spies easier later. We can't rely on brute force alone; we need to use our wits. That way, we can minimize the losses at Donghua Immortal Palace."
Li Mo spoke with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Mo Huang is wise. Shall we go in now?" Meng Ji beamed like a two-hundred-jin child.
This time, he had successfully arranged for himself and ten thousand subordinates to join the Demon Court. That was a great achievement, and when he returned to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Dong Wang Gong would surely reward him.
Even now, he still didn't have a spiritual treasure to use for severing his second corpse.
Once he got one, it wouldn't take him long to reach the mid-stage Quasi-Saint realm.
At the thought, he couldn't help getting excited.
Led by Li Mo, they made their way to a large gate.
There, they happened to run into Bai Ze, Shang Yang, and the others.
"Mo Huang!?"
Shang Yang was startled to see Li Mo with Meng Ji.
"Mo Huang, what's going on?" Bai Ze asked, looking from Li Mo to Meng Ji with confusion.
At that, Li Mo remained calm, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Oh! Well, this matter concerning Meng Ji is simply too important. I'm planning to wait until the Heavenly Emperor finishes cultivating and ask