After they left, a fluctuation stirred beside the extinguished fire, and a figure emerged.
This was the same elderly man who had appeared outside the Wild Ancient Land earlier. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, let out a soft sigh, and muttered with a wry smile, "Old friend, you've really played a fine trick on me this time. You took on such a daring disciple—do you expect me to march in there and throw my life away too...?"
Just as his voice trailed off, another figure materialized nearby. Mo Yang would have recognized this person, and if Ergouzi saw him, he would likely burst into a string of curses.
Chapter 117