After Bai Ruxue swam through the Chun Song River and entered the Luo River, Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan did not pursue her.
As river gods, they could not leave their own domains.
Now that the White Snake had left, they had no way to continue enforcing the law.
"My apologies to you both."
Xiao Mo swept his sleeve, dispelling the Ink-colored Long Dragon, then bowed to Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan.
Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan rose, looking at this mortal sage with complicated expressions.
"Xiao Mo, you spent all the incense offerings and fortune of mountains and rivers you accumulated over a lifetime on this one White Snake. Do you truly think it was worth it?"
Gai Sanqiu asked.
Gai Sanqiu had barely known Xiao Mo. When Xiao Mo came to the Chun Song River, Gai Sanqiu had only seen him from afar.
But Gai Sanqiu respected a man who had devoted his life's work to the common people.
Xiao Mo smiled. "If it's for something dear to my heart, then it's worth it."
"You... As a mortal, you've interfered with the Demon Race's Dragon Transformation. You can stop us now, but what comes afterward?
"The more fortune of mountains and rivers you expend, the lower your cultivation will fall.
"This White Snake's talent is extraordinary. Who knows how many sects already have their eyes on her?
"When that fortune is exhausted, will you even be as strong as a Nascent Soul cultivator?
"Can you truly help her?
"Don't let this end with your soul scattered to the winds."
Wei Yuan made one final attempt to persuade him.
Xiao Mo nodded. "I know. But I'll help however much I can. This old man is nearly dead anyway."
"Ah..." Wei Yuan sighed heavily, swept his sleeve in frustration, and