The two children skipped through the Forbidden Lands, looking thoroughly happy.
"Why didn't you let them keep fighting? Once they were all dead, wouldn't you have vented your anger?" Little Phoenix Woman asked in puzzlement, holding Little Su Mo's hand.
Little Su Mo curled his lip, looking as though everything was under control. "If I let them keep fighting until they all died, who would find Divine Seals for me?"
Little Phoenix Woman's eyes lit up. "Then when do we ambush them again?"
"No hurry. Let them find a few more first. You have to harvest the chives slowly... besides, they're definitely on guard against us now!" Little Su Mo waved the Stone Stele in his hand, liking it more the longer he looked.
A deep mark had been carved into his young heart. Little Su Mo was growing increasingly fond of ambushing people from behind.
Wait, I'm a Confucian Cultivator. How can I act like this?
Little Su Mo froze, lowered his head, and thought for a moment before promptly finding himself an excuse... I'm still a child, and my cultivation hasn't recovered, either. Right now, I'm purely a Young God.
A Young God should naturally do whatever he pleases.
"But..." Little Phoenix Woman seemed to think of something and said unhappily, "Why did they look at us like that just now? We only wanted to tell them they were fighting the wrong people."
"But they seemed really scared... shouldn't they have been angry when they found out they'd been tricked?"
Little Su Mo frowned too. After thinking for a long while, he still shook his head in bewilderment.
The Rogue Cultivator they had saved earlier had worn the same expression.
They had deceived the Cloud and Thunder Sects and sparked a battle between their disciples. When they voluntarily