"It's almost time, almost time..." Mo Xue Ming turned around and paced away, profoundly deep.
Mo Lang suddenly thought of something and asked, "Right, foster father, where is Tan'er? Why hasn't she appeared for a long time?"
Mo Xue Ming's expression was indifferent: "She has perished."
What!
Mo Handong and Mo Lang's pupils shrank to the extreme! Incomparably terrified!
"You should set out quickly. This operation only permits success and not failure."
...
Half a day later, Mo Handong and Mo Lang flew out of the Netherworld Hall.
"Damn it! That Qu Tan'er was my forbidden fruit! I had long said I would induct this woman into my harem, but unexpectedly, she actually died!" Mo Lang seemed furious.
Although Mo Lang's level of cultivation was one small division higher than Mo Handong's, the leader among the two was Mo Handong.
"It's just a Red Powder Skull, Junior Brother Mo Lang, calm down."
