Meng Chuan and the other three returned to the Great Thousand World, to West Mountain, where the Space-Time Passage stood.
A farce was unfolding there. Several richly dressed youths, mounted on spirited horses, had brought Mastiffs to the snow-covered West Mountain to search for something.
Then one of the Mastiffs caught a scent and prepared to lead the youths in for the kill.
Its quarry was a group of foxes and a young man—Hong Yi.
The situation was precarious. A little closer, and the Mastiff would come face-to-face with Hong Yi and the foxes. But someone suddenly possessed it, turning it against the youths. Finally, it spoke in a human voice and uttered a name that sent every young hunter fleeing.
That name belonged to the one possessing the Mastiff: Bai Ziyue, one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals Under Heaven.
Having saved Hong Yi and the foxes, the Mastiff turned its head toward Meng Chuan and his companions. A human awareness flickered in its green eyes.
"Who's watching from over there?" the Mastiff asked. It had discovered the four of them.
None of the four was surprised. They had appeared without disguising themselves at all. Given their cultivation, even undisguised, they should have blended into their surroundings, unnoticed by anyone.
But right now, they truly resembled ordinary mortals in every respect.
It had been Meng Chuan's suggestion: the few of them were Mortals, and they had to act like Mortals!
The Fortune Daoist and the Longevity Great Emperor found it rather baffling and did not know why, but neither would go against Meng Chuan over something so trivial.
Only Zhang Sanfeng and the people watching the livestream had a vague idea what Meng Chuan wanted. In a world like this, why else would he act like a Mortal?
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