Within the Lu Yang Tribe, the spar between Su Mo's Bai Yan clone and the various Soul Pavilion Disciples was like a minor ripple; once it passed, everything calmed down.
As for the Yan Alliance members encountering danger in the Snow Realm, aside from informing the Pavilion Master and several pavilion elders, they did not spread the matter around.
How the clan would handle the matter next was not something these disciples could interfere with.
From this spar, Su Mo obtained quite a number of Peak-grade Void Soul Pills.
He distributed many pills to the core members of the Yan Alliance, keeping only a small portion for himself.
He was not short of resources, and whenever he needed them, Pavilion Master Wuyu would provide him with abundant resources.
Therefore, it was still necessary to use some Peak-grade Void Soul Pills to win over the hearts of the Yan Alliance members.
After returning to the Soul Pavilion, this clone of Su Mo cultivated quietly within the pavilion, while his main body continued lying low in the Snow Realm. After some time, he would seek an opportunity to visit the Nebula World and the Imperial Sky World.
That day, a special figure arrived in Eighth City.
He was tall and burly, clad in a loose black robe, with jet-black skin and a face as ugly as a demon's.
This person was none other than Shen Luo, the Demon Realm Master.
A golden mark flickered upon Shen Luo's black forehead.
The mark was not large. At times, it resembled burning flames; at times, a sharp sword cleaving through the air; at times, surging ocean waves. It was exceptionally distinct and emitted faint ripples of soul power.
As Shen Luo walked through the streets of Eighth City, some Soul Clan people saw him. Not