Mo Pozheng decided to seek out Huo Lian and the others. He needed their help.
As for how he would rescue the Ancestor when the time came, that would depend on his luck.
When that time came, not only would Pang Ji refuse to let him rescue the Ancestor, but Huo Lian and the others would not let him leave with the Ancestor either.
Only a dead Ancestor could put Huo Lian and the others at ease.
Although my chances of success are slim, there is at least still a possibility. If I do nothing now, the Ancestor will have no chance at all, Mo Pozheng thought to himself.
Mo Pozheng happened to know Huo Lian's whereabouts. He had just gone to the Divine Beast Holy Land and should still be there now.
If he hurried over in time, he should be able to find him.
Without further thought, Mo Pozheng dragged his gravely wounded body onto the road.
He could actually have found somewhere to hide and properly heal his wounds.
Of course, he could not return to the Land of Slumber.
If Pang Ji wanted to come after him, he would certainly anticipate his return to the Land of Slumber.
Mo Pozheng did not want to hide away in such a sorry state to recover from his injuries.
He could not let Pang Ji have his way. Besides saving the Ancestor, this was also revenge against Pang Ji.
He could not let Pang Ji get too pleased with himself.
As for the Ancestor, only with the Ancestor around could his own position remain secure. Without the Ancestor, his situation would become very awkward. Right now, he was practically a dog that had lost its home.
With the Demon Hall under Pang Ji's command, he had probably become a