After giving some instructions to the hospital, Chu Mo bid farewell to Secretary Wang and the others, and returned home with his parents.

However, just before entering the residential area, he made an excuse and left alone.

Soon after, in a secluded corner, the ascetic Dekava quietly arrived.

"Who is the other party? Have they confessed?"

"He is an elder of the Soul Control Sect named Mo Wentian, a high-grade Qi Refining cultivator."

"Soul Control Sect?"

This was the first time Chu Mo had heard this name, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Although he was also a cultivator, he didn't know much about the cultivation sects in the Dragon Kingdom.

It seems I should try to find out more details from the Dragon Soul Guard if I get the chance.

"The Soul Control Sect is an ancient cultivation sect in the Dragon Kingdom. It is incredibly powerful. Its sect leader is Gu Zhennan, who ranks sixth on the Heavenly Ranking and is a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator."

After hearing this introduction, Chu Mo was slightly taken aback. Mid-stage Foundation Establishment?

That's quite a bit of strength.

The problem is, I don't think I've offended anyone from the Soul Control Sect.

Where is he?

"Hidden where I live."

"Take me to see this." Chu Mo's tone was icy, his anger gradually rising.

Soon, the two arrived at a dilapidated old house not far from the park, where red "demolition" signs were visible everywhere on the walls.

Chu Mo couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

"Didn't we give you money? Why are you living here?"

"Boss, enduring hardship and self-discipline is the daily practice of us ascetics."

After the ascetic finished speaking, he quickly pulled out a middle-aged man who was unconscious and whose limbs were bound from the drafty, dilapidated room, and then pointed a finger at his neck.

The latter quickly woke up and looked around blankly.

Upon seeing the ascetic with his white hair resembling a bird's nest, he was immediately filled with fear, and then threatened him with a blustering but weak voice:

"I really am the Third Elder of the Soul Control Sect. If you cause any trouble, the Sect Master will not let you off the hook. He is a top expert on the Heavenly Ranking!"

Chu Mo didn't waste any words with him. With a wave of his hand, a golden rune disappeared into the other person's forehead.

The middle-aged man's terrified gaze gradually turned blank, and then returned to calm.

"Who sent you?"