"You... never mind. As long as you admit defeat, have him release Qing Hu," Che Qingtian said, his expression returning to normal.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, that's enough..." Only then did Wuming send him a message through his divine soul.
Inside the watery sphere of light, however, Shen Luo did not stop. Instead, he approached Qing Hu, who was pinned beneath the mountain, and crouched down.
No one knew what he was doing. All they could see was the smile on his face.
By contrast, Qing Hu's expression was far less pleasant, her eyes filled with fury.
Yet the fiercer her anger grew, the broader Shen Luo's smile became, and the heavier the mountain pressing down on her grew.
After a brief stalemate, Qing Hu, her face full of indignation but helpless to do anything, suddenly opened her mouth and inhaled.
Streaks of light suddenly flickered throughout the watery sphere, followed by wisps of black mist streaming out from every corner and converging on Qing Hu.
The black mist flowing from Elder Mo Wang was the thickest and most abundant.
Only after Qing Hu had drawn away all the black mist did Shen Luo rise and approach Elder Mo Wang's divine soul to examine it. Once he confirmed that the poison had been cleared, he waved a hand and recalled Mount Buzhou.
Then he waved at the girl, who looked innocent but was vicious at heart, and withdrew from the magic formation.
Immediately afterward, Elder Mo Wang's divine soul returned to his body.
His face was deathly pale. Clearly, even with the poison removed, his divine soul had been severely depleted. He bowed gratefully to Shen Luo, then prepared to leave with Elder Fu supporting him.
"Elder Mo Wang, a moment..." Just then, a call stopped them.
"Haven't you forgotten something,