A huge hat, placed on Mo Lin's head.
As soon as they come, they ask Mo Lin to let go of personal grudges?
"Hahaha...", Mo Lin laughs with his head tilted back.
"Are you from the West Mountain?"
"Yes, we are from the West Mountain."
Jiang Qing says to Mo Lin, "I am a Nine-colored Red Dust Immortal."
This sentence is not just to introduce his own realm, but also to warn Mo Lin in a certain way.
"I hope you'll consider the bigger picture; Great Spirit Mountain must not have any incidents."
"So I'm just supposed to suffer grievances?" Mo Lin questions Jiang Qing: "Now this bunch of people comes forward?
When I was being bullied, where were you, the West Mountain?
When Great Spirit Mountain designed to use the ghosts of Ghost Realm Fourth District to try and kill me, where were you?
When Xin Ziruo schemed to take my Five-organ Ghost, where were you?
When my head was cut off, where were you?"
"You, the West Mountain, did nothing, just let things develop on their own.
