"Fellow Daoist Li Mo, I sense that we are destined to meet. I'd like to have a long talk with you. What do you think?" Daoist Jieyin said with a grin, looking every bit the kindly old man.
Li Mo couldn't help but freeze.
[Jieyin, Zhunti, you shameless bastards. What are you trying to pull with those faces?]
[Why have you got your eyes on me? Do I have a flower on my face? Am I that handsome?]
[Destined to meet? Give me a break!]
[I have no intention of becoming a monk.]
[Don't think I don't know you're trying to recruit me.]
Di Jun heard every bit of Li Mo's muttering.
As he cultivated, his brow furrowed.
Those two bastards were trying to recruit Li Mo?
What should he do? He was cultivating and couldn't spare a hand.
Li Mo had always wanted to leave the Demon Race. Though Di Jun hoped he wouldn't be lured away by those two, they would become the two Western Saints in the future.
Would Li Mo really stay?
Di Jun's thoughts were in turmoil, but he couldn't stop them.
All he could do was calm himself and hope Li Mo would make the decision for himself.
What worried him most, though, was that Li Mo wasn't very powerful yet.
Those two Western bastards had mastered the Divine Ability "Sumeru True Word." Their words made it impossible to refuse them.
He knew this from experience. The last time he fought them at Buzhou Mountain, he'd fallen under its influence immediately.
He'd nearly been gravely wounded as a result, but luckily, they were in the Purple Firmament Palace.
They wouldn't dare use their Divine Ability here.
[Wait! I can't reject them too quickly.]
[*I need to find a way to get Bitter Bamboo out