"Young Master Mo, what exactly happened?"
Back at the inn, Elder Ji cautiously asked Mo Hua.
Though he indulged in pleasures, he had encountered many cultivators over the years, so his mind was sharp, and he could sense that something was wrong.
Mo Hua originally didn't want to speak, but seeing Elder Ji's anxious expression, he pondered for a moment, set up a formation, and isolated sound and vision, then slowly said:
"This Little Post City, the whole city of cultivators, all will face a deadly calamity..."
Elder Ji's face showed shock.
"Then... the city gates..."
"The city gates are sealed."
Elder Ji hurriedly said: "Should we force our way out?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "There are several guarding Golden Core cultivators, their cultivation is not low, at least in Golden Core Middle Stage. If we force our way out, we will be hunted down, and there are unknown causal changes..."
"Golden Core Middle Stage..." Elder Ji was filled with fear.
