Passing Cultivators spotted Bai Mo, their eyes instantly lighting up.
They were all men from a Demon Hunting Team and cheekily came over to say hello. Bai Mo felt it would be rude not to respond.
'Cultivation is about balancing work and rest; mindlessly going into seclusion isn't all that useful,' he thought.
Since he had nothing better to do, Bai Mo decided to walk with them and listen to them brag about the treasures hidden in the mountains.
In the distance, mountain ranges faded in and out of view, their peaks like spired pavilions. The mountains meandered into the horizon, having stood there since time immemorial.
All the fantastical encounters and demonic auras that so many Cultivators boasted of lay within those peaks.
When a mountain breeze snapped Bai Mo out of his daze, he realized he had almost reached the entrance to the mountain pass.
The tree stump was visible in the distance.
