"Taiyang."
Li Mo opened his eyes, the Blood Soul released itself, and his right hand directly drew the Illusion Fish Sword from his waist, unleashing an endless cascade of light.
"Do you… know the Luan Chuan Immortal?"
He directly forced Luan Chuan into a corner. The Sword Ghost cocked its head with a crooked smile, staring intently at Li Mo.
Li Mo frowned. The aura of the Sword Ghost before him was indeed of a Big Night Wander but carried an inexplicable strangeness.
In truth, he had already awakened half a day earlier. He had noticed Luan Chuan's surreptitious movements to leave the depths of the Copper Mirror and had conveniently concealed his own presence.
With Li Mo's current body refinement strength, only entering a state of feigned slumber could completely prevent the leakage of his vital essence, so he simply let Ye Zhuo Daoist carry him while moving.
"Do you… know the Luan Chuan Immortal?" Luan Chuan kept repeating.
