What those people thought had nothing to do with Lin Mo. His heart was now fully devoted to the quest for the Dao, seeking even greater power.
After leaving the mansion, Lin Mo found Liao Wen. When Liao Wen learned that Lin Mo had slain the Old Witch Master of the Black Witch Sect, she cheered in excitement, naturally happy, but also somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected Lin Mo to be so powerful that he had defeated the Old Witch Master.
"Where is my grandfather?" Liao Wen's face showed a look of urgency. The Old Witch Master was dead, but her grandfather and the people of the White Witch Clan were still in their hands.
Lin Mo pinched a spell, and a silver light flashed by, immediately suspending a black sphere in the air that transformed into a small figure exactly like the Old Witch Master, only the size of a palm and with a shadowy semblance.
This was the soul of the Old Witch Master.
"Where are my grandfather and our people from the Bai Clan?" Liao Wen hurriedly asked.
