Liu Mang walked out of the cave, head hanging dejectedly, a pitch-black pill in his hand. Xuan Du, who had been waiting for a long time, saw him and eagerly went up to him.
"Second Brother, is my teacher all right?"
Liu Mang rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"Looking at me like this, can't you tell who's in trouble?"
After speaking with Taishang, Liu Mang finally understood why "growing old without dying makes one a thief."
The little old man looked unassuming, but in reality, he was more cunning than a ghost. With nothing more than this lousy pill, he had dug out plenty of secrets from Liu Mang.
"Don't worry. Even if you and I both run into trouble, Grand Senior Brother won't."
Hearing Liu Mang's words, Xuan Du finally relaxed.
Liu Mang, in a foul mood, walked toward Guang Chengzi and the others. Soon after, another round of ghostly wails and wolfish howls echoed throughout Shouyang Mountain.
The sun rose and the moon set. Autumn came and winter passed.
The news that the Human Race had been driven from their settlements by the four races of dragons, phoenixes, witches, and demons eventually reached the Ancestral Land on Shouyang Mountain. The news that the Demon Race and the Wu Clan would also send their people to participate in the struggle over Hong Huang's protagonist came at the same time.
That night, the Three Ancestors of the Human Race, Sui Ren Shi, You Chao Shi, and Zi Yi Shi, requested an audience with Liu Mang and Xuan Du.
"Ancestor, Second Ancestor, the three of us plan to go bring those tribespeople back to the Ancestral Land."
Liu Mang and Xuan Du exchanged a glance. Xuan Du said calmly:
"Have you thought this through? The journey will be fraught with danger. Even