At the original site of the small village, the place was now a desolate scene, surrounded by no high mountains, and it had become a rarely visited place.
Han Yu and Ling Wuce brought Mo Yang here, and about twenty Mo Family members in the distance put down the large iron box they were carrying at a spot that had once housed Wood Spirits, now a vast open space, then promptly retreated to ten miles away.
"Have you really thought it through?"
When Han Yu took out the pills, he cautiously asked again.
"Brother Han, you're joking, what is there to think about? Let's see what the Mo Family's foundation is like in a moment."
Mo Yang carelessly took the pills, laughed loudly, and then immediately flew to that open space.
Han Yu and Ling Wuce exchanged a glance before taking off, retreating a few miles before rising high to look down from above.
After Mo Yang looked around the setup and confirmed there were no mistakes, he took the pills and swallowed them in one go.
