Yan Hua coughed, spat another mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground, and said, "Travel with me to the distant Su Land. Ask Emerging Cloud Peak whether anyone among their cultivators at Golden Core or above has the surname Bai."
Yan Hua suddenly felt his blood surge and had to muster another burst of dharma power to forcibly suppress the sharp pain in his chest.
"Also, find a low-ranking disciple surnamed Mo..."
The person kneeling before Yan Hua respectfully acknowledged his orders, then turned into a streak of light and flew away...
Afterward, Yan Hua struck the wall in a fit of rage. The entire raised platform shook without stopping, and several restrictive wards inside the room activated automatically, flashing with spiritual light of various colors.
"Hmph, those two brats not only forced me to sacrifice my soul fragment and damage my cultivation, they even stole the Dragon Scale. Even if I have to turn Emerging Cloud Peak upside down, I'll find them."
Yan Hua could not swallow his anger. In a moment of carelessness, his fury assailed his heart, and he vomited another mouthful of fresh blood.
Mo Chen and Bai Weishuang were separated from the Immortal Alliance's Jiangnan Township territory by a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers. They had no idea that Yan Hua's true body had also suffered a drop in cultivation because of this.
After Yan Hua's avatar exhausted the possessed disciple's true essence and dharma power, reducing him to a dried corpse, the Water Curtain wall remained for quite some time before disappearing.
Bai Weishuang looked at the dried corpse before him and sighed helplessly.
Then he removed the two Storage Bags fastened to the corpse's waist and tossed them both to Mo Chen.
Mo Chen caught the two bags and froze for a