Great Demon of the Southern Wasteland, Intention to Move West

Han Muye turned and looked at Tu Sunshi.

He felt awkward.

He had exhausted his soul sword Qi, but Master Tu Sunshi had given him a sword Qi. As long as he refined it, it would definitely be many times more dense than the previous sword Qi.

He had provoked Tu Sunshi to save the Yuntai Dao Sect, but Tu Sunshi had scraped off the land of Yuntai Mountain and promised to give him 20%.

Now the people of the Yuntai Dao Sect had to thank him.

Han Muye couldn't be as thick-skinned as Tu Sunshi and accept this gratitude calmly.

"Ahem, Senior, it's serious…" He shrank back and landed behind Tu Sunshi. Then he said in a clear voice, "As a fellow cultivator of the Western Frontier, when Yuntai Mountain is surrounded. I feel the same. Isn't it only right to attack?"