Destroying the Luo Clan was only a matter of time.
So Xu Zimo was in no hurry.
He strolled leisurely along the bustling street. Was this not a form of cultivation as well?
To condense one's own Dao Fruit,
one had to grow accustomed to the myriad living beings, see through the deceit and treachery of the mortal world, the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.
These were things every person had to experience from the moment they were born.
"Brother, want some pills?"
Suddenly, someone patted Xu Zimo on the shoulder and asked with a smile.
Xu Zimo turned to look.
The person who had patted him was a shifty-eyed man.
He held a filthy little sack in his hand.
He had quite the makings of a scalper.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I have Luo Clan divine pills here. You look like you're not short of money, brother, and you've got a pleasing face.
I'll sell them to you cheaply," the man said.
"Divine pills?" Xu Zimo said with interest.
"Take them out and let me see."
"They're divine pills. How could I possibly carry them on me?" the man said in a low voice.
"But I do have one with me that I can show you first."
The man opened the cloth sack in his hand.
In an instant, a golden light shone out from within the sack.
But the man quickly closed it again and smiled. "Customer, what do you think?
There are too many eyes and ears here. How about we find somewhere quiet to talk?"
"Interesting. But I'm more curious—how did Luo Clan pills end up in your hands?" Xu Zimo asked.
"The Luo Clan is in a state where everyone fears for themselves now.
The True Martial Sacred Sect returned a few days ago.