"Yu Mo!"
"I want to talk to you!"
Suddenly, Old White Ape's shout rang out, echoing through the air.
Yu Mo froze for a moment, wheeled himself out of the tent, and looked up toward the horizon, slightly distracted.
"This king has invited you in good faith. Surely you won't refuse!"
Old White Ape's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of amusement.
"Heh..."
"You're sick."
"I'd have to be out of my mind to go out there and talk to you."
Yu Mo rolled his eyes, completely ignored Old White Ape, and returned to the tent.
"I know you're afraid I'll kill you regardless of the consequences!"
"How about this..."
"What's your phone number?"
Old White Ape pondered for a few seconds before speaking again.
But as his words fell, the vigilant soldiers on Demon-Suppressing Pass instantly took on strange looks.
Those fellows from the Demon Domain...
Had phone calls become popular among them too?
This was far too absurd.
Inside the tent, Yu Mo couldn't help chuckling at Old White Ape's words, but eventually called out, "Confucian Scholar!"
A moment later, Confucian Scholar appeared before Yu Mo out of thin air, looking slightly puzzled.
Yu Mo wrote a string of numbers on a piece of paper on the desk and shoved it into Confucian Scholar's hand.
"Take this, go outside Demon-Suppressing Pass, and throw it out..."
"Preferably into the Beast Tide, or onto Old White Ape's throne."
He spoke softly.
Confucian Scholar nodded expressionlessly. "Oh. I can't throw it that far."
"Wrap it in energy!!!"
"It'll shatter."
"You're at the fake ninth awakening, and you can't throw a slip of paper over there?"
"It's too light, and it'll shatter."
"Didn't you say it would only shatter if you wrapped it in energy?"
"Without wrapping it, the wind speed