"But the one outside the sect is clearly Daoist Baihe..."
After Fang Mo snapped at him a few times, Wu Er's voice inevitably grew hesitant. "Is it really okay to just ignore this? Those immortals over there seem pretty strong..."
"What?"
Hearing Wu Er say that, Fang Mo froze.
When he had gone to fight at the Nine Heavens Refining Together Sect yesterday, Daoist Baihe had nearly died. Fang Mo had painstakingly pieced him back together bit by bit.
By Fang Mo's calculations, Daoist Baihe should have been unconscious for at least half a month before gradually waking up. Yet the guy had come bounding over on the very next day. Was this really the constitution of an innately frail Artifact Cultivator? Or had Fang Mo missed something when putting him back together yesterday?
As that thought crossed his mind,
Fang Mo subconsciously glanced at JourneyMap from Steve's perspective.
And with that one glance, he really did notice what was happening at the sect entrance. Daoist Baihe's pixel portrait was moving rapidly.
There were also several unfamiliar cultivator portraits around him, along with a dense swarm of things that couldn't see clearly. While the JourneyMap did not show the exact situation, Wu Er probably would not lie to him. Daoist Baihe might truly have clashed with someone.
"Forget it. I should go take a look."
With that in mind, Fang Mo simply activated Void Teleportation.
He had been wandering around near the artifact-refining hall. With a thought, his entire body instantly turned into a dim streak of ghostly light and vanished.
Almost at the same time,
on the bluestone plaza at the true entrance of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect,
Wu Er was looking up at the sky when Fang Mo appeared beside him.
"Ah, Sect Master—"
Upon noticing