Lin Mo rode the Wood Dragon, soaring across the sky.
After weighing his options repeatedly, he chose to return to the Divine Temple's Quarry.
With the Wood Dragon Technique, he had narrowly escaped the Giant-Axe Orc.
But as the "Saint King," the Giant-Axe Orc would surely mobilize every Soul Slave to hunt them throughout Bluestone Ghost City after such an open challenge to his authority.
Under these circumstances, the most dangerous place was the safest.
Only after returning to the Quarry did Lin Mo enter the Gourd Space with Qin Baochuan.
The moment he entered the Gourd Space, Xue Qingcheng seized his hand.
Seeing the crimson blood at the corner of Lin Mo's mouth, she asked anxiously, "Lin Mo, are you all right?"
"Don't worry."
Lin Mo wiped away the blood and grinned. "Just a minor injury. Nothing worth mentioning."
Only after confirming that Lin Mo was truly safe did Xue Qingcheng breathe a small sigh of relief, as though a weight had lifted from her shoulders.
Shen Changqing, Luo Lan, and the others gathered around as well, asking in confusion, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what exactly happened?"
"Why didn't we follow our assassination plan when we'd already met the Saint King?"
Lin Mo exhaled a stale breath, steadied himself, and asked gravely, "Seniors, I need to ask you something first."
"Have you ever met the Saint King before?"
"Of course."
Luo Lan answered without hesitation, "We were all masters of our respective sects and carried at least some weight on the Dry Jade Continent."
"As ruler of the Dry Jade Continent, the Saint King oversaw the allocation of resources to every sect. Naturally, we had dealings with him."
Lin Mo frowned. "Then what did the Saint King you met look like?"
"Was he a Beastman standing thirty feet tall, with