The Mo Ling did not attack to stop him; minor impatience spoils a grand scheme. It had its own calculations.
"Fellow Daoist Su Ming, they are all on our side. Please forgive any offense given just now."
"What is that black-and-red butterfly? And why was your arrow able to bind the Three-Eyed Beast just now, and why was its power so immense?" The Mo Ling dispensed with pleasantries, wanting the truth.
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