Like Father, Like Son

It was over. The matter with the Ten Saints had come to an end.

The Ten Saints should have been the strongest lineup that Mo Immortal Castle could currently mobilize. But now they had lost two top generals one after another, and were at the risk of being abandoned any time by Third Saint, who had decided to retire from the battlefield.

It was very clear that for the time being, it was pretty much impossible to organize another large-scale operation to grab the stone ghost mask.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal could hence take advantage of this time to happily continue searching for the whereabouts of the mask's maker.

When Wang Ling recalled his clone, his real body was already on the way home. He felt the dispersed spirit energy return, and the gloom which he had been feeling the whole day suddenly lifted.