Outside Chongshan City.
Four black-robed cultivators gazed into the distance as an immortal boat sped away.
"My Lord, Mo Bai Jun has already been lured away by that person from the Great Yu Kingdom. Are we not making a move?" one of them couldn't help but ask, seeing that the immortal boat had disappeared and their leader still showed no signs of action.
SMACK!
The leading middle-aged man turned around and slapped the speaker, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"Idiot," the middle-aged man spat, his face livid as he glared at the subordinate like he was looking at a fool. "Leaving aside whether we can actually kill him, even if we do, what do you think a resolute Sword Cultivator like Mo Bai Jun would do?
"As Xu Yang's Guardian, if he failed to protect him and allowed him to be killed, he would probably turn the Blood Swamp upside down. And if he falls into demonic cultivation with the obsession of destroying the Blood Swamp... Hmph."
