Old Man Withered Bamboo did not torture Mo Zhui and his two brothers. Instead, he intended to let them, along with the Little People, roam freely in his bamboo grove.
Mo Zhui and the others refused to submit, however, questioning him relentlessly. Their tone grew increasingly forceful, as though they were deliberately provoking him.
Old Man Withered Bamboo was not angered by the questions, but suspicion stirred in his heart. "I never intended to harm you. Are you questioning me endlessly because you want to court death?"
Mo Zhui sneered. "You old bastard, do you dare kill us?"
Old Man Withered Bamboo narrowed his eyes, a keen light flashing within them as he stared fixedly at Mo Zhui.
Suddenly, he pointed his Bamboo Staff. "Let me see what trick you're hiding!"
A torrent of azure light poured from the tip of his Bamboo Staff and enveloped Mo Zhui. "I hear you possess a supreme treasure, the Three Powers Purifying Ring. Do you think a magic treasure will let you deal with me? If so, why not bring it out and try? See whether this old bastard can withstand it!"
That "Mo Zhui" suddenly smiled. Then his body swelled rapidly, transforming into a purple-green figure of light, while the Five-Colored Divine Light clinging to him expanded in an instant.
Crack! With a sharp report, the azure light issuing from Old Man Withered Bamboo's staff was shattered.
Looking again at the Little Person, he found that he had become Shi Feiyang. "Fellow Daoist Withered Bamboo, have you been well since we last met?"
Old Man Withered Bamboo was greatly startled. According to his calculations, Shi Feiyang should have been at Emerald Peak at this moment, not here on Wuzhong Ridge of Great Wilderness Mountain.
He backed away several steps, his eyes fixed