Zhou Qing watched them crying with their heads in their hands and opened his mouth, unsure of how to console them.
Lu Yaoyao lay on the low wall, swinging her legs and curiously watching Mo Xingjian as he suppressed the Blood Tai Sui bit by bit.
"Wow, there’s actually a treasure like the Blood Tai Sui here. It’s mine now!"
At this moment, an old man with a head full of white hair appeared in the sky from a distance, seemingly being pursued.
As soon as he saw the recently suppressed Blood Tai Sui, his face lit up with surprise and excitement. He reached out and directly grabbed it.
Mo Xingjian was furious upon witnessing this scene.
However, Zhou Qing, who was watching from afar, was taken aback. Although the old man’s appearance had changed, a line of golden characters still floated above his head—[A kid who has my style from back then].
Zhou Qing was shocked; he never expected to encounter his Second Uncle here.
Seeing his hard-earned prize snatched away, Mo Xingjian was instantly enraged.
Though the filthy thing was of no use to him, his disciples were watching from afar.
As a master and the head of a peak, having something within his grasp taken away , where would his dignity be? How would he save face?
Just as Mo Xingjian was about to act and reclaim his honor, two powerful auras suddenly approached from behind.
The newcomers’ strength far exceeded his own.
Mo Xingjian immediately lowered his head, pretending not to see them.
Anyone who could escape two such terrifying pursuers must be highly formidable. It was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Watching the three figures disappear into the sky, Zhou Qing was full of regret.
He had hoped to see if he could get his hands on the Blood Tai Sui, but Second Uncle had snatched it away midway.
At that moment, seeing Mo Xingjian standing there awkwardly, Yan Xiaohu’s eyes darted around before he dashed out and started cursing at the disappearing figures in the sky.
"Damn it, you must be crazy to dare to snatch food from my master’s mouth."
"Thankfully, my beloved master is magnanimous and didn’t hold a grudge against you, seeing you being pursued. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have survived today."
"But judging by your nature of taking petty advantages, you’ll probably remain your whole life. What a waste of your years!"
Seeing Yan Xiaohu spitting curses, the other True Disciples immediately understood and rushed forward to stand beside him, cursing at the distant figures.
Mo Xingjian, standing not far behind, revealed a look of gratification.
Yan Xiaohu soon returned with a concerned look: "Master, don’t stoop to their level. People like that deserve to be pursued."
"Yes, yes, Peak Master, let’s just consider it charity."
"Calm down; getting angry is bad for your health. Let me massage your shoulders."
"Get out of the way. This is my most respected master. Even shoulder massages are my duty."
"Master, you’ve really kept us in the dark this time, bearing humiliation for our safety. If it weren’t for you, we would’ve fallen into the trap of those Cangyan Daoist Palace scum."
Seeing Yan Xiaohu eagerly and cheerfully massaging his shoulders and legs, Mo Xingjian coughed lightly and then patted Yan Xiaohu with a look of gratification.
Yan Xiaohu trembled, enduring the pain, but still managed to squeeze out a grateful smile.
Mo Xingjian said, "It’s not hard for me. After all, you are my disciples. A master worries for his disciples traveling far. Besides, you’re right, let’s consider the Blood Tai Sui as charity. By the way, where’s the other Blood Tai Sui?"
Yan Xiaohu quickly replied, "According to the fourth disciple, it seems to have perished along with the Yin Spirit."
"Just to be safe, I’ll go check!" Mo Xingjian finally let go of Yan Xiaohu’s shoulders and instantly disappeared.
Watching this, the others gathered around.
Yan Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Don’t worry, he’s probably fine."
Everyone was immediately excited.