Di Jun was nearly frantic.
But he knew Li Mo just wanted to touch the Bitter Bamboo.
No matter how he tried to persuade him, Li Mo wouldn't listen.
There was nothing he could do but fret.
It left him feeling utterly frustrated.
After seeing so many people leave last time, Hong Jun simply closed his eyes and refused to look.
Li Mo glanced back at Hong Jun.
These students are a handful, aren't they?
Muttering to himself, Li Mo left the Purple Firmament Palace with Jieyin and Zhunti.
"Where are we going?" Feeling the fierce winds of the Chaos outside, Li Mo stopped transmitting his voice and asked aloud.
"Let's find somewhere farther away. Di Jun is cultivating, and it wouldn't be good to disturb him. After all, Li Mo, you're a member of the Demon Race. Even if you're going to join us at Western Sumeru Mountain, at least leave Di Jun with a shred of dignity." Daoist Jieyin chuckled, speaking as if he were doing Li Mo a favor.
"Fine. Let's go somewhere else." Li Mo naturally didn't believe a word from those two bastards.
He didn't know what they were scheming.
But he knew exactly what he was scheming: getting his hands on the Bitter Bamboo.
Of course, he also had to be wary of those two.
Turning his back to them, he took out the God Slaying Gourd.
He tossed it straight into the chaotic spiritual energy and transmitted his voice. "Luohu, if those two make a move, don't hold back. Take them down."
The God Slaying Gourd's aura was well concealed. Zhunti and Daoist Jieyin didn't sense it at all. They took Hong Yun with them and flew off into the distance.
As soon as the three of them had left, Luohu's figure appeared