Hit the Nail on the Head

"Yes, Hall Master," Mo Aotian replied.

Of course, he had to keep an eye on the Ling family.

He had intended to let the Ling family off, but Master Ling wanted to drag his father into this mess. How could he let this slide?

"Also, Hall Master, should we send someone to repair the Demon Heart Hall?"

"Yes, I'll leave this to you. Make the Demon Heart Hall—"

"There's no need for that, right?" An Jiuyue interrupted Qian Jiyun. "I don't want to stay there anymore. Let's go somewhere else."

The High Priest Demon Heart used to live there, and then it was abandoned for another 20 years. She found it rather ominous. It was better not to stay there.

When she was in a good mood, she would buy another house in the Points Mall, select a good piece of land on Wulong Mountain, and place it on the ground. It would be the new Demon Heart Hall.

"Sounds good." Qian Jiyun naturally agreed.