"Such a pity." Lin Mo's Golden Armor slowly dissipated, he glanced at Qingzong's corpse, and then buried him there.
Lin Mo, along with Xia Mengdie and Sima Zining, slowly walked toward the exit of Lobu Lake, the figures of the three fading into the sunset and the end of the desert.
A few months is not a long time for cultivators, but for ordinary people, it is quite a lengthy period.
"I haven't been back for a long time, I wonder if mom is worried about me."
Lin Mo muttered to himself, a smile of helplessness mixed with joy on his lips as he shook his head.
The situation within Star Sect, however, was not good.
"Puppet Corpse Sect ancestor, have you forgotten how the Sect Leader treated you, and yet you repay kindness with resentment?"
Cheng Ying's chest bore the Martial Artist emblem, his clothes tattered. A striking trace of fresh blood hung from the corner of his mouth.
