Lin Mo paused, slightly startled. "What do you mean by that?"
The old soul slave sneered. "Do you think the likes of you deserve to meet His Majesty the Saint King?"
"Since you admire His Majesty the Saint King, go build the Heavenly Nether Sacred Tower for him."
With that, the old soul slave casually waved his hand, and two ink-black iron rings flew from his broad sleeve.
Lin Mo recognized the two rings at a glance. They were the very collars worn around the necks of cultivators who were not controlled by the Evil Soul Seal.
The collars hovered in midair, seemingly detecting the two of them automatically, then flew straight toward them.
Lin Mo offered no resistance, allowing the collar to snap shut around his neck with a click.
Seeing that Lin Mo did not resist, Xue Qingcheng also allowed a collar to fasten around her neck.
"Heh, it seems you two know how to behave."
The old man gave a mocking smile and waved his hand unhurriedly, ordering two more soul slaves to fit them with shackles and iron chains weighing hundreds of pounds.
"Someone take them to the divine hall and hand them over to Lady Xi Ying."
"Yes!"
At once, two soul slaves escorted Lin Mo and Xue Qingcheng deeper into Bluestone Ghost City.
Along the way, Xue Qingcheng could not help asking through voice transmission, "Lin Mo, what exactly are you planning? Why are we letting them capture us without a fight?"
Lin Mo smiled faintly. "As the saying goes, to catch the bandits, first catch their king."
"If we want to liberate the Dry Jade Continent, we must first find a way to approach the Saint King and uncover his secrets."
"His secrets?"
Xue Qingcheng asked in confusion, "The Saint King is undoubtedly