Zi Dao slightly raised his eyebrow, looking at Chu Mo with a hint of concern. Because no one could discern General Xie's intention from his behavior. If Xie's thoughts were so easy to guess, he wouldn't be referred to as 'evil'.
"Okay." Chu Mo responded calmly with Divine Consciousness. He stood up with a smile, and the flowing dao rhythm around him made many who saw him for the first time utterly stunned, wondering where this divine-seeming cultivator had come from.
The aura and presence on Chu Mo, along with the faint ancestral realm field, were considered extremely rare throughout the Gray Land. In a place like Gray Land, filled with slaughter, bloodshed, treachery, and intrigue, anything beautiful could easily be torn to shreds at first sight!
This place does not need beauty!
Only slaughter is enough.
