"Will seeing me make a fool of myself give you inspiration for the Immortal Realm?"
Yu Mo spoke broodingly.
The Confucian Scholar shook his head slightly. "No, but it can put me in a better mood."
"Heh..."
Yu Mo silently clenched his fists.
After watching for a little while, the Confucian Scholar turned and went out again, disappearing from Yu Mo's sight. There was no telling where he was hiding, but if Yu Mo encountered danger, he would certainly arrive at once.
It was just that... well...
The prerequisite was that he had to be able to beat whoever came. Otherwise, this bodyguard might do nothing at all.
In the end, only Yu Mo remained, sitting all alone in the tent, his head slightly lowered, looking utterly miserable.
But his eyes were very calm.
"Just what era are you an old monster from?"
"Disdain..."
"Or could you not bear to?"
"But either way, it means there's still a trace of kindness in your heart. Otherwise, you wouldn't have sent him to Sin City. You would have killed him yourself."
"But setting that aside, at least... you tacitly admitted that Yu Sheng... isn't your child."
Yu Mo murmured softly. Only after a long while did he raise his head. Leaning back in his wheelchair, he gazed at the sky and sunlight outside the tent, a little lost in thought.
His exchange with Yu Sanshui had lasted only about half an hour, but the amount of information it had exposed was enormous.
"Soul Hunt Leader, female."
"A feint in the east to strike in the west. The same old routine they've always liked."
"This time, Chu Yu is the east..."
Yu Mo pondered, pieces of information surfacing and flashing through his mind. "Then what... is the west?"
Finally, Yu Mo took out