In the cave dwelling, the woman's voice did not arise again, leaving only a Seven Stars Venerable with an iron-blue complexion, his eyes flickering with uncertain light.
After a long while, he let out a heaven-shaking, earth-rattling roar, "My golden ginseng! Ahhhhhhh! Damn it! Thief! You bunch of thieves! Phecda... this supreme being is not done with you! Not done! Definitely not done!"
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Over thirty thousand miles away from the Seven Star Cave, Chu Mo and the big rooster peeked over tentatively towards the Seven Star Cave. They had been out for half a day without hearing any disturbances and finally, they both sighed in relief.
The big rooster casually tossed a wooden box to Chu Mo, saying, "Kid, for saving my life, I'm giving you this Quasi-Saint medicinal herb!"
"Ah?" Chu Mo foolishly caught the wooden box. "Quasi-Saint medicine? What do you mean?"