"This crafty old fox, couldn't he spare more time for a little chat? Would talking a bit more kill him..."
Li Muyang stood amidst the void, looking at the familiar surroundings and muttering to himself.
At this moment, he had indeed been sent back to his original location by that old fox.
On the distant mountains, flames and smoke rose, the remnants of a Flying Boat crash.
A few beams of Tunneling Light hung above the mountains; they were Tingyu Tower's Cultivators cleaning up the aftermath.
The ancient Holy Spirit that had been here, along with Yu Chan, whom the Holy Spirit had taken away, were now without a trace.
Li Muyang, looking at everything before him, reluctantly retracted the remains of Mo Immortal with frustration and irritability, feeling rather defeated.
After advancing to the Purple Mansion level in his Cultivation, the frequency with which he could summon Mo Immortal had increased once more.
