On Bai Mi Peak, following the fall of the words 'Imperial Dao', silence ensued.
The Old Man died from his own poison.
Su Mo put on the deer skin gloves and carefully checked, confirming the person was gone.
Only then did he frown.
He glanced at the Blood Lotus Sect Leader's corpse over there, and the Longmen eleventh Jing kneeling before the body of the Jingxin Hall Master.
Su Mo lightly exhaled.
Yang Yizhi spoke softly:
"Mo'er, what this person said... is it true or false?"
Su Mo did not speak lightly; after pondering, he finally said:
"Let's go back first."
As he said this, he glanced at the Longmen eleventh Jing:
"You..."
"I surrender willingly, but I ask Elder Su to allow me... to bury her."
"Okay."
Su Mo nodded.
This was not an unacceptable condition.
And the Longmen eleventh Jing did not waste much time on this matter.
He pulled out the longsword from his waist, which was visibly different from the one he used earlier.
