Xuan Chu's words made sense, but it didn't mean that Dragon Spirit would genuinely accept them. If he had such a good temperament, he wouldn't be himself.
Dragon Spirit snorted coldly: "This time, I'll let you off for now. If you act recklessly like this again next time, be careful, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
If anyone else heard Dragon Spirit's threat, they'd probably be trembling in fear.
But Xuan Chu simply nodded seriously, indicating he would absolutely not offend again next time; he wasn't afraid at all.
The two of them continued down the mountain together.
The sky had brightened, and the previously injured Dark Masters, after some rest, now looked weak but were able to move.
They were waiting early at the foot of the mountain.
"I wonder how Mr. Long and the others are doing, if they've caught those resentful spirits!"
"Do you feel like the air here is much better than before? Could it be because it's rained?"
