Under the dark clouds, the wild wind blew.
Whoosh...
Bai Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, holding each frightened disciple in his arms, gently touching their faces, and rubbing their chubby bellies.
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Why are you so timid?"
"Stand tall!"
The disciples snuggled into their master's embrace, their heads brushing against him.
Some were no longer so afraid, but still queued up, waiting for the master's consolation.
Foxes are always cunning!
Such an opportunity cannot be missed.
After comforting over a hundred disciples, Bai Mo stood up and looked at the shattered Bronze Altar beside him.
"This thing needs to be recast.
"After it's cast, I will visit Douluo Heaven again.
"That place is a bit mysterious; one needs patience and multiple visits.
"Unfortunately, our Gray Star Oak is not large enough yet to make oversized molds.
"We have to wait for the Gray Star Oak to grow again. It will take about a month... um..."
