Hearing the Iron Sword Venerable's words, Venerable Feng and Yao Lao exchanged a glance, then looked at him and laughed despite themselves. "You old rascal, now you're lecturing the two of us..."
As their words fell, Venerable Feng and Yao Lao had already made their decision. Looking at Xiao Fan, they nodded and said, "Good! In that case, we'll start with the Yellow Springs Pavilion!"
Inside a Hall of Souls Branch Hall in the Western Region of the Central Plains.
Mo Shang sat inside the hall, surrounded by Hall of Souls experts who carefully preserved the surroundings without disturbing a thing.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Suddenly, several ripples of energy surged through space. A terrifying aura spread above the Main Hall, and two figures slowly emerged beneath everyone's gaze.
Mo Shang raised his head to look at the figures above, the corners of his mouth curling beneath his mask.
"They're finally here..."
Concealing the unusual feelings in his heart, Mo Shang flashed forward and landed before the two figures, saying respectfully, "Welcome, my lords!"
"Mm!"
A flat voice sounded. Mo Shang could feel their gazes sweep over him, sizing him up briefly before settling on the Cold Pool behind him.
"This is where Old Ghost's and White Heavenly Venerate's auras disappeared?"
A barely audible murmur sounded. Of the three figures before Mo Shang, two walked straight past him and landed at the edge of the Cold Pool behind him, carefully examining the surroundings.
Watching their movements, Mo Shang kept his head lowered without the slightest reaction, as though he were not the one being ignored.
The remaining figure, however, fixed his gaze on Mo Shang. After studying him carefully, he said, "Mo Shang... I've heard of you!"
"To think that the little fellow brought back from the Northwest back then