Slander?

Putting this together, Chen Mo recalled what the Demon God had said when he entered the Weeping Blood Land: after this, the Weeping Blood Land would disappear.

"It seems the energy of the Weeping Blood Land has already been exhausted." Chen Mo gazed at Weeping Blood Mountain from afar and sighed. If he could soak in the blood pool even once, he would definitely reach the Transformation Profound Realm.

He wondered whether the Blood Pool Water he had collected would be enough.

With these doubts in mind, Chen Mo headed toward the exit of the Weeping Blood Land.

The outskirts of the Weeping Blood Land were cold and deserted. Aside from a few experts, the talented beings of every race had all left.

Fortunately, the Demon Realm's envoy had not left. Chen Mo walked toward her.

The reason he called the envoy "her" was because she was a woman. Judging by her ears, she was even from the elf race.

"I am Chen Mo, Pavilion Master of the Fire Pavilion." Chen Mo took out the Fire Pavilion's Fire Seal and walked toward the envoy.

"Chen Mo? You didn't leave?!" Upon hearing his voice, a woman in a long green dress emerged from the tent behind the envoy. When she saw that it truly was Chen Mo, she froze in surprise.

The woman was Nangong Jinse.

Then Youming Mu and Youming Qi also emerged from the tent.

The moment they saw Chen Mo, they immediately gathered around him.

"Chen Mo, you really made a name for yourself in the Weeping Blood Land this time." Youming Mu patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and said excitedly.

"I only took some Blood Pool Water. That shouldn't be enough to make me famous, right?" Chen Mo scratched his head, looking confused.

"Not that. Ye