After Bai Ruxue swam past the Chunsong River and entered the Luo River, Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan did not pursue her further.
As Mountain River Gods, they could not leave their own domain.
Since the White Snake had departed, they could no longer carry out their duty.
"My apologies for the offense, you two."
Xiao Mo waved his wide sleeve, dispelling the ink dragon, and bowed to Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan.
Gai Sanqiu and Wei Yuan rose to their feet, looking at this mortal Saint with complicated expressions.
"Xiao Mo, you've spent a lifetime accumulating faith and Mountain and River Fortune, only to use it all on a single White Snake. Do you truly think it's worth it?"
Gai Sanqiu asked.
Although Gai Sanqiu hadn't had much contact with Xiao Mo—having only seen him from a distance when he came to the Chunsong River—he respected the man for dedicating his entire life to the common people.
Xiao Mo smiled. "As long as it's for something I hold dear, then it is worth it."
