The breeze blew, and the scarlet thread vanished as if it had never appeared...
Meanwhile, the words Gu Changsheng spoke before leaving were still echoing in the ears of Yong Qing and the group of old men...
Their Mountain God...
How pitiful, their Mountain God...
Just like that, did they just get robbed under supervision?
This...
However, if their Mountain God wasn't the one who stole, then how could they possibly explain it to the citizens of Smelting City? In front of all these eyes, they didn't even have the chance to think of a strategy!
Yong Qing and the group of old men felt like they had swallowed a hundred flies—having grievances but unable to express them—when Gu Changsheng's phantom had already reached the Soul-Devouring Python waiting at the perimeter to assist her!
Not to mention, the Soul-Devouring Python might not be as fast as the Gale Gu, but its speed is still impressive, provided its snake tail is functioning properly!
