Seeing Shen Mo stand motionless, Wang Hong understood his meaning as well. After pondering for a moment, he began silently reciting Patriarch Dust-Free's true name.
Before long, a vast and terrifying aura rose from the Penglai Realm. Then, a red-lipped, white-toothed youth appeared before Shen Mo...
This person was Patriarch Dust-Free, master of Little Penglai. He appeared sixteen or seventeen years old, slender and upright as a verdant pine, naturally exuding an air of calm composure. His skin was crystalline and delicate as jade, carrying a faint golden sheen, while his eyes shone like stars. An ancient sword hung at his waist; he wore a wooden crown and a dark robe, its sleeves fluttering as though he might ride the wind away at any moment. He gave off an otherworldly, dust-free air.
Though Shen Mo did not think highly of him, his appearance was indeed exceptional.
Had it been anyone else, upon first seeing Patriarch Dust-Free's true form, they would likely have taken him for a great virtuous being detached from worldly strife, and an endless sense of warmth and goodwill would have arisen in their heart.
After exchanging courtesies with him, Shen Mo got down to business.
"An old remnant known as the Supreme Dimension Spirit Race entered your Little Penglai dojo. This fiend's methods are truly bizarre. One slight misstep, and it could bring calamity upon trillions of living beings throughout the cosmos, brewing a catastrophe that would tower over the heavens. I ask that you hand this fiend over to Shen. I will employ thunderous measures to smash it until its soul scatters and its spirit dissipates, utterly eradicating this hidden danger!"
What Shen Mo truly meant was that Patriarch Dust-Free should not shelter that Supreme Dimension Spirit Race creature. Otherwise, to avoid bearing that monstrous karmic