Mu Bai spoke calmly, but knowing him as Mu Lan and Zeng Yuan did, they knew he must have a reason for doing this, some deeper meaning behind it.
"I do indeed need this essence blood. With it, once I find the Six-Heaven Thunder Liquid and Yin-Death Netherfire, I can bring my Heavenly Demon cultivation to perfection!"
"Good! Congratulations, brother. When you reach perfection, I'll await you slaughtering your way in every direction and restoring the Heavenly Devil Race's former glory!"
"The question is, have you run into some trouble? You dispersed your Heavenly Demon Body, then scattered a staggering fortune. It makes me uneasy."
The Heavenly Demon Clan was straightforward by nature, and Qingtian even more so. Without beating around the bush, he directly voiced the doubts in his heart.
"What isn't mine is only a burden to carry. Better to let it go freely. Only by becoming selfless can I achieve the greater self!"
"Well said, achieving the greater self! Since you put it that way, Brother Mu, I won't refuse. Time is short. We'll meet again another day."
Qingtian was also extremely impatient, just like the God-Devouring Insect back then: straight as an arrow, never fond of taking a roundabout path. With that, he flickered away, using Spatial Shift to leave the flying pleasure boat.
Only after Qingtian left did Golden Roc dare make a sound. "Woof, woof..." With a long, trembling whine, it went limp in Mu Bai's arms.
It had to be said that Qingtian's fighting spirit and killing intent were far too intense, and he did not know to rein them in at all. He had truly frightened Golden Roc's little heart into pounding wildly. In all honesty, Mu Lan did not like Mu Bai spending time with someone so warlike either. How much