After a few more days, the tense atmosphere in the city had eased considerably. After all, this was the territory of Big Foot Evil Venerable, not the realm of Old Immortal of the Red Serpent Clan. That general had already given the Red Serpent Clan considerable face. With the young prince of the Red Serpent Clan dead, this marriage was likely to either find a substitute or be canceled altogether without any surprises. Therefore, the pursuit of Meng Na and Chu Mo would gradually move from open to covert. It was estimated that only the beings of the Red Serpent Clan would continue to hold this grudge dearly, refusing to easily give it up.
At this moment, Chu Mo had transformed into an elderly figure of around fifty, exuding an immortal aura with a gentlemanly presence. He released the Dao rhythm of the Nine Word Mantra from the family, walking down the street, drawing everyone's attention.
"This person must be from the Three-leaf Heavenly Venerable's side, right?"
