Chu Mo gazed at the Small Cauldron, lost in thought.
Was it coincidence or "coincidence" that the person who had picked up this Small Cauldron entered the Azure Origin Spirit-Perching Grotto-Heaven? Though it was perfectly normal for Great Evolution to support its subordinate sects, why had this particular person come?
He had no conclusive evidence, but once suspicion took root, everything he saw looked suspect.
Chu Mo glanced at the Small Cauldron again, a trace of distaste flashing through his eyes. With a sweep of his sleeve, he casually tossed it away, letting it fall nearby and roll a few times.
Anything that had passed through Upper Mound's hands carried far too much bad luck.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, you're not dead?"
An astonished shout rang out. Chu Mo looked toward the voice and saw Ji Heng emerge from the woods, bewilderment written across his face.
"What kind of thing is that to say?" His eyelid twitched.
"Haha, please don't take offense, fellow Daoist." Only after confirming that Chu Mo truly was unharmed did Ji Heng smile. "The moment we entered this grotto-heaven, we were randomly separated. On top of that, divine thought is severely obstructed here... and this body of yours is only an avatar, after all."
After that brief explanation, he turned his gaze elsewhere.
"What pure water spirit mystique. Did that fallen Luo Clan Spirit Transformation cultivator really die here?" Ji Heng asked in surprise, looking at the pile of objects before Chu Mo. "Brother Chu, even your avatar possesses such formidable means?"
"The insect swarm killed him. It had nothing to do with me," Chu Mo said without a change in expression. "I was only passing through and picked up a few things nobody wanted." "I understand, I understand."
Ji Heng nodded repeatedly to show his understanding.