Bai Mo went to receive the disciples from the Foreign Affairs Hall.
He glanced over casually and saw that their chests still bore no new embroidery.
It seemed the sect had not yet appointed a new person to preside over the Foreign Affairs Hall.
Bai Mo opened the gate and led the men inside.
"Senior Suanni taking up residence on Mi Mountain is a great fortune for this place. The petty crooks in the prison no longer dare to cause trouble."
The Foreign Affairs Hall disciples all laughed.
"That's not all. Look at the plants and trees you've planted on the mountain—they've all wilted quite a bit."
"Ah, there's a reason for that…"
The men chatted as they walked.
The disciples from the Foreign Affairs Hall knew the Suanni's temperament, so they spoke without reservation.
Bai Mo, however, was much more reserved.
Before long, the group arrived at the Black Prison, stopping in front of the mad Cultivator's cell.
