Outside the Main Hall of Benevolent Emperor Pavilion, in an ordinary reception hall, Ji Mo was pacing back and forth in a corner.
Wu Wang stealthily glanced at him, only to see this usually spirited, handsome, and renowned lothario from the Human Domain now pale, restless, panicky, and sighing heavily...
What happened?
Wu Wang hid in a dark corner without revealing himself, observing Ji Mo along with several Immortals from the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion.
A Cultivator dressed as a scholar, who had heard of Ji Mo's reputation, whispered to the others with a smile, "Perhaps Young Master Ji is having health issues?"
"We are all Cultivators; consuming a bit of our Primordial Spirit wouldn't lead to health problems. Wouldn't the Ji Family buy him some potent Spiritual Medicine?"
"Hard to say, really hard to say. Even Heavenly Immortals have their weak moments, don't they?"
