"High Priest, didn't we capture one of Su Mo's friends? Why not use her to lure Su Mo out?" Su Mo slowly calmed his emotions and asked again.
"That method will not work. Besides, that woman is no longer in the tribe!"
The High Priest shook his head, unwilling to discuss the matter further. With a sweep of his sleeve, he said, "Enough. You may leave now!"
After speaking, he summoned a servant and had him take Su Mo to his new residence.
Su Mo sighed inwardly at the sight. Since the other party was unwilling to say more, he could only let the matter rest and did not dare question him further.
But what did he mean by saying Qingxuan was no longer in the tribe? Where could Qingxuan be?
Though Su Mo was puzzled, he did not reveal the slightest sign of it. He bowed to the High Priest, then followed the servant out of the side hall.
Watching Su Mo's departing back, the High Priest remained expressionless, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
The servant leading Su Mo to his new residence was a thin, frail middle-aged member of the Witch Tribe, with cultivation at only the Martial King Realm Second Layer.
Before long, the middle-aged man brought Su Mo to his new dwelling.
It was an independent courtyard, enormous in size, like a small manor.
"Young Master Lord, this is your residence. I will live here as well from now on, ready at any time to await your orders!" the middle-aged servant said respectfully to Su Mo.
"Then I'll trouble you," Su Mo said with a faint nod.
Afterward, he strolled around the residence for a while. There was not a single person in the entire estate, yet palaces, pavilions, towers, gazebos, and waterside terraces were