Which normal person would extract a thread of divine conscious at every turn?
But this Young Sir Mo had extracted a good many threads of divine conscious without batting an eye, casting them out in multiple directions.
What the hell was he so anxious to look for?
The Gingko Immortal pursed her lips and didn't take it to heart that Young Sir Mo had ignored her. She swayed her lithe waist as she continued coquettishly, "Young Sir Mo…"
Yet Mo Lian turned a blind eye and walked past her. He then leaped onto Seventh Yan, who had transformed into a dragon.
"Hey, Boss! You can't abandon us," Dao Wuji called while waving his hand.
"Keep up with me then."
Keep… up…
He wanted to ask, who could f*ckin' keep up with a sacred beast, and a golden dragon at that!
Unless…
Dao Wuji looked at the Little Despot anxiously.
