Bai Mo sat on the threshold, holding a yellow sheet of paper, his brows deeply furrowed.
'What a mess this is.'
Judging by the handwriting on the yellow paper, it was undoubtedly from the old yellow-robed Daoist.
'An important person, and now a demand to raise my cultivation…'
Raising his cultivation wasn't difficult. Here on Mi Mountain, compared to other places in the inner sect, he was almost completely cut off from human society.
Bai Mo focused almost all his energy on the Alchemy Dao and his cultivation.
With the accumulation he had so far, Bai Mo was confident that breaking through to Mid-stage Foundation Establishment wouldn't be a problem.
'The only thing is that long-unused restriction… I haven't found a single trace of it.'
Since becoming the warden, Bai Mo had never encountered any obstacles using his authority. Hearing about this so suddenly, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
