Gurgling sounds—
The room on the second floor was quiet, with only the sound of bubbles rising from the hot pot.
Yu Wen Cuojin and Si Tu Ding sized up the three people opposite them, their expressions thoughtful, unsure of what situation they were in.
The one leading should be the Black Earth Immortal, but his depth remained unclear.
However, the two people beside him were clearly only at the External Scene realm.
Even in a major sect, the fifth realm would be a pillar, but with the various strong figures gathering at the Qingyuan Sect, they seemed less impressive. Moreover… it didn’t quite match Luo Yexian’s description of the Black Earth Immortal…
“By the way, where is Luo Yexian?”
Si Tu Ding sent a message to Yu Wen Cuojin.
“… He’s playing mahjong.”
Yu Wen Cuojin’s lips twitched.
Just now, Luo Yexian had shouted outside. You wouldn’t believe it, he even found some mahjong buddies and is now downstairs playing. He completely forgot about his responsibilities.
Since he communicated more with the Black Earth Immortal, and this intermediary isn’t here, aren’t they both in trouble?
This is bad. If not for being a saint’s younger brother-in-law, he definitely…
“I am Si Tu Ding, I have seen the Immortal. May I ask for the names of these two esteemed individuals by your side?”
Si Tu Ding bowed and spoke first.
Elder Xue stood with his hands behind his back, silent.
Elder Qian did not speak, only eating hot pot, lost in his own world.
Before coming, Li Mo had told them that too much talk could lead to mistakes. They had no experience interacting with people from the Huanmo Sect, so everything should be left to him.
“They don’t have names.”
Little Li Immortal shook his head and said lightly, “They are just servants. As long as they can do their work, names are insignificant.”
Xue Jing: “…”
Qian Bufan: “Munch munch.”
Servants?
Si Tu Ding and Yu Wen Cuojin exchanged glances.
They had subordinates at the fifth realm, but servants were unheard of. For example, Luo Yexian was also at the External Scene realm. Setting aside his relationship with the saint, regardless of where he was, he was a figure to be respected. How could he willingly serve as a servant?
Yu Wen Cuojin sensed something.
The meaning of the Immortal was that his reinforcements came from someone else?
He hadn’t even opened his mouth when suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs.
“You cheated!”
“Oh? You still have some eyesight.”
“You bunch of things without the soul of mahjong, return my money! Then kneel down and apologize to mahjong, or else…”
“We are members of the Mountain Tiger Gang, what will you do?”
“?”
Luo Yexian’s eyes widened, drawing a sharp breath, not because of surprise, but because of anger.
He, the leader of the Huanmo Sect, a notorious figure in the demon sect.
How dare these Internal Breathing realm people!
Could he endure this?
Luo Yexian wanted to coldly snort and reveal his realm, but suddenly remembered that he had come here for the sect’s greater plan. Being near the Qingyuan Sect, rash actions might alert others and leak information. The two deputy sect leaders would definitely make him regret it.
“Hmph… Get out.”
“Just now, you were so fierce, I thought you were capable.”
Seeing Luo Yexian lose his temper, the leading cheater sneered, grabbing the money bag from the table.
“I’ll k*ll you!”
Luo Yexian’s eyes nearly burst, and not only did they cheat, they took his money?
In his rage, his left arm extended like a snake.
All of this happened in an instant. Those present only saw a black shadow flash by, and the person’s hand was broken, the bl**d-stained money bag returning to Luo Yexian’s hand.
“Ahh! My hand!”
“Call for help! Call for help!”
“Who threw the firecracker?”
The hot pot restaurant became chaotic. Outside, footsteps sounded, and a group of people rushed in, threatening to escalate the situation.
“This Luo Yexian! Not capable of success, only capable of causing trouble!”
Yu Wen Cuojin slammed the table.
These ants were insignificant, but the key was that Luo Yexian had just revealed martial arts from the Hall of Beasts, and there were many people around.
“Now we have to k*ll everyone to prevent leaks.” Si Tu Ding said with a sinister tone.
“There are many martial artists in the shop, their origins unknown. Killing them is a temporary solution.”
Yu Wen Cuojin sighed, “But this is all we can do now…”
Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly paused.
Beside him, Si Tu Ding shared the same tense expression.
The noisy hot pot restaurant had suddenly become quiet. Trees grew, birds sang, flowers bloomed, making people drowsy.
Bubbles appeared and exploded into colorful dream bubbles. A figure emerged amidst the light and shadows.
“Who are you?”
Si Tu Ding’s expression turned serious. The person was at the seventh realm, and their aura was even older and deeper than his, indicating a longer journey on the path of the Mystic Profound.
“It’s her… Si Tu, stay calm.” Yu Wen Cuojin held him back.
“It’s a normal night, nothing happened in the hot pot shop.”
The figure ignored others and spoke quietly.
Then, butterflies flew out from the foreheads of the customers, dancing gracefully, disappearing without a trace.
Her voice came from the dream butterflies:
“They won’t remember tonight’s events.”
At this moment, the cheater with the severed hand suddenly vanished.
Instead, another figure appeared.
She had a serene demeanor, exuding a divine and noble aura that brought a sense of supremacy over all beings from deep within the soul.
“I threw those people far away.”
In an instant, far away!
“Another expert?”
Si Tu Ding’s face changed slightly.
This newcomer’s aura was between the seventh and eighth realms, but this unpredictable speed and the ability to appear silently right under his nose made even the seventh realm wary.
“The one on the right, you can call him the sect master, Brother Si Tu.”
Yu Wen Cuojin sighed, “She is the one I mentioned.”
“Is she both the sect master and the incarnation of the Cloud Dream Ancestor?”
Si Tu Ding drew a sharp breath, “What about the one on the right?”
Little Li secretly gave Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qin Qing a thumbs up.
No wonder they are former sect masters and totems, their entrance is extraordinary.
This was why he didn’t bring Ice Chunk along. If they started fighting midway, it would be troublesome…
Li Mo maintained a calm demeanor:
“Please stop sending messages. They are the left and right protectors.”
Upon hearing this, Si Tu Ding, Yu Wen Cuojin, and Mo Chaozong initially felt awkward, but then their expressions became much more respectful.
The Immortal had known they were communicating, but chose not to point it out.
Of course.
With such formidable left and right protectors, the Immortal would only be more enigmatic.
“These are trivial skills, I hope you’re not bored.”
Li Mo: “…”
You guys, one moment you’re serious, the next you’re shocked, pulling each other, your faces like traffic lights.
Is it really that hard to guess what you were communicating?
“Let’s get to the point.”
