"During these days, I've constantly felt frightened and anxious, as though a great calamity is about to befall me. I can hardly sleep at night, which is why I want to leave..."
"Once you leave, you'll miss your chance..."
"Don't delude yourself. The real Demon Head in Dali Mountain hasn't arrived yet..."
"Doesn't our Taoist Court have great cultivators?"
"Is that the same thing? You..."
As the three people spoke, they walked into the dilapidated temple. As soon as they looked up and saw Mo Hua and the other one, they were all taken aback.
Gui Tao's people sat in the shadows, vague and indistinct, difficult to see clearly.
Mo Hua was drawing the Warm Fire Formation, roasting by the fire, her small face glowing red in the light of the flames, with a sweet potato stuffed in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.