The middle-aged cultivator had not the slightest hint of an incense aura about him, and he showed no intention of speaking to anyone.
He walked alone on the mountain.
"Our Uncle-Master has engaged in quite a few taboo matters. The Dharma Protector divine generals on the mountain are unwilling to accept his offerings."
Yuan Chu glanced at their Uncle-Master's receding figure and lowered his voice.
"Junior Brother, if you don't have to, don't go near him. You don't want to get entangled in his karmic affairs..."
Upon hearing this, Bai Mo couldn't help but steal another glance at the man's figure before nodding in solemn agreement.
But as he watched the dozen or so figures—some Foundation Establishment, some Core Formation—enter the black jail and get to work, Bai Mo grew more puzzled.
"Senior Brother, you said they are all people of heavenly mandate. Such individuals, blessed with the essence of heaven and earth, are a rare sight. Where did our Uncle-Master find them all?"
