Three days later, a squad of Battle Hall disciples arrived at Mi Mountain.
With their sharp eyes, they easily noticed the specks of green on the mountain.
They were stunned.
"There's still life above the Black Prison?"
"Who the fuck has nothing better to do than decorate the mountain?"
They came back to their senses and naturally assumed the warden was responsible.
"I heard the warden changed. The new guy must be someone with a bit of leisurely taste."
"I know about that. He's a disciple from my Broken Blade Peak."
They arrived escorting two Core Formation Cultivators, who were as limp as dead dogs, and skillfully knocked on the gate's bronze ring.
BOOM!
The gate swung open.
Bai Mo smiled when he saw the four tall and sturdy Battle Hall disciples before him.
Over the past few days, he had learned that the Battle Hall had a Body Refining Skill, and nearly thirty percent of its disciples cultivated it.
