Elder Zhou Mo landed and glanced with a frown at Lü Bufan, who stood in the courtyard.
"What, got yourself into trouble?"
Lü Bufan shook his head. "Elder Zhou, a friend of mine was taken away by the Northern Immortal Sect's Punishment Hall."
"You want me to plead for him and get him out? Let me think. The Northern Immortal Sect's Cultivator Market is open these days. Did he get into a fight there?"
"No. It seems a place in the Northern Immortal Sect called Water Cloud Terrace worked with the Punishment Hall disciples to set a trap. They took away two women from Kongkong Mountain along with my friend. My friend... had Heavenly Silkworm Magic Robes like this one. They seemed very interested."
As he spoke, Lü Bufan turned his hand over and took out a Plain Gauze Robe that had reached Magic Treasure grade. Peaceful, profound Spiritual Power shimmered like flowing water within it.
Zhou Mo frowned and raised his hand, drawing the robe into his grasp. He examined it carefully, then pondered for a moment... "It is indeed a Heavenly Silkworm Magic Robe. That friend of yours... could he have refined this himself?"
Lü Bufan nodded. "He probably did. Is there something wrong with it?"
Zhou Mo sighed. "He shouldn't have shown himself. At the very least, he should have found a Martial Warrior to sell the robes for him... Have you heard the name Heavenly Silkworm Dao-Transformation Method?"
Lü Bufan nodded. "I've only heard Brother Mo Bai mention it once. It seems to be a method passed down by his lineage, but he's been separated from his master for a long time and has lost many of his memories. There are things he isn't clear about."
"Heh, unlucky fellow... Something must have gone wrong during secluded