"Fellow Daoist Shi, we can't let him leave. Kill him, and the Devil Race will have no one left who can restrain me," Ye Tianlong said gravely, his face full of murderous intent.
"I keep my word. I said I'd let him go, so I'll let him go. But don't worry—I can let him go, and I can destroy him again," Shi Yue said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Ye Tianlong furrowed his brow but said nothing more.
"What is it? Don't want to leave? Or are you worried I'll use the restrictions to trap you?" Shi Yue asked with a faint, knowing smile.
Mu Yuanzi fell silent for a moment, then said, "Mo Yunzi planted a mole. He should be a Mahayana cultivator, and a high-ranking one. I asked several times, but Mo Yunzi kept his lips sealed. That's all I know."
Shi Yue nodded. "I understand. Go. Next time, I won't let you off so easily. If you know what's good for you, stop working for the Devil Race. They're nothing good."
Mu Yuanzi said nothing. He flew above the Talisman Array, which immediately flared brightly and swallowed his figure.
When the light faded, Mu Yuanzi was gone.
"Fellow Daoist Shi, we had a rare chance to kill Mu Yuanzi. Why did you let him go? Aren't you releasing a tiger back into the mountains?" Ye Tianlong asked with a frown.
Without Mu Yuanzi, the Devil Race's Mahayana cultivators couldn't stand against Ye Tianlong.
"Without Mu Yuanzi, there'll be a Shui Yuanzi or a Jin Yuanzi. And even if the Devil Race couldn't beat us, they could scatter and cause trouble from time to time. How would we defend against that? With Mu Yuanzi around, the Devil Race's Mahayana cultivators can gather together, making them easier