“That’s enough,” Ji Mofan said. “I won’t force anyone.”
*
This time, Ji Mo Fan returned to the cultivation world openly and legitimately aboard the Xuan Bird.
The demon realm, which presented a strange order when he left, immediately descended into chaos within just a few hours.
The twenty-eight demon generals dispersed into their respective fiefdoms, reorganized their followers who were no longer under their command, and then investigated who was so audacious as to falsely convey imperial edicts right under their noses.
Jimo Fan did not stay here to wait for the result.
Anyway, Wu Qi will definitely inform him of any progress.
Time is of the essence, and he can't be of much help if he stays. He might as well go back to the cultivation world to investigate other matters.
When he returned to Pingnan Pass, the place looked much better than it had been when he had seen it that morning.
The city guards of the Xiaoling Sect seem to have been replaced by a second batch of members, who are currently cleaning up the battlefield and repairing the damaged city walls and barriers.
Surprisingly, Ji Mofan also met members of the other four major sects besides Xiaoling Sect here.
Ling Yihan was running around arranging medical repairs. With the addition of Changfeng Valley, the city guard team's treatment pressure was greatly reduced.
However, among this group of bright green figures, Ji Mofan did not see Fang Xian.
"Are you looking for Junior Brother Fang?" Ling Yihan also noticed Ji Mofan standing there looking around. "He didn't come here; he went to another city."
Pingnan Pass was the city most severely affected by the invasion of demonic cultivators, but other border cities were not much safer either.
Although Fang Xian achieved a good ranking in the Dao Asking Conference, he was still a junior and was not selected to provide support at Pingnan Pass.
Ji Mofan looked away. "I see..."
"If you need to see him for something..." Ling Yihan hadn't finished speaking.
Ji Mofan then raised his hand and waved it to interrupt her, "It's nothing serious, I can find someone else to help."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Ling Yihan stood there for a few seconds, thinking.
Why does Jimo Fan need Fang Xuan's help?
What help can that kid possibly be? He'll only be a nuisance himself!
Fang Xian, who was maintaining the city's defenses in another city dozens of miles away, sneezed, accidentally knocking over the array totem he had painstakingly straightened.
The unbalanced stones fell one after another, knocking down a large area. All the work that had been done was wasted, and they had to start all over again.
Fang Xian looked at the stones scattered all over the ground and laughed in anger.
If we could find out where Ji Mofan went, why would we need to trouble him with this kind of formation?
With him around, everything can be easily solved, right?
Unbeknownst to Ji Mofan, Fang Xian was being talked about by him as well. He quickly looked around the city and found a group of cultivators dressed in white robes adorned with crimson and purple patterns.
Almost everyone in these people had a musical instrument, with the most people carrying a guqin (a seven-stringed zither).
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