Even though Mu Shao'ai was verbally reluctant, his body was quite honest.
Mu Jinyu saw his master lead Wǔ Shìshēng into the guest hall to begin trying to see if he could dispel the demonic Qi from a monk's body.
After watching for a while, he quietly left.
Although the current problem wasn't completely solved, he didn't have the time to waste anymore.
It was time to prepare to head to the Mesopotamian Plain and get ready to intercept the founder of Paradise Lost.
Without saying goodbye to anyone, Mu Jinyu left Mount Song and headed straight for the Mesopotamian Plain.
A few minutes later.
Mu Jinyu returned to the Mesopotamian Plain; faintly, he sensed an evil aura dissipating here.
"There's still about half a day left, but my calculations may not be accurate. It might even happen earlier. Let's just wait here."
Mu Jinyu sat cross-legged on the grass, glanced at the calm void, then closed his eyes and began meditating.
