After bidding farewell to Lord Yellow Mountain, Mo Hua descended the mountain. In the little Immortal City at the foot of the mountain, he spent some Spirit Stones to hire people to build a temple for Lord Yellow Mountain and to regularly send offerings to the Mountain Lord, lest it starve every day, exposed to the wind and dew.
Although the Lifebound Divine Statue was found, the incense and faith matters were disregarded by Lord Yellow Mountain.
But one cannot go hungry!
Humans are like this, and so are deities.
Having done all this, Mo Hua turned to glance at Kushan Mountain, silently wished Lord Yellow Mountain well, and then left by carriage.
After leaving Kushan Mountain, there was still quite a distance to Taixu Gate.
Mo Hua sat inside the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.
The sound of horse hooves tapped rhythmically for an unknown duration, suddenly making the forest gloomy, the surroundings deathly silent, with a faint metallic smell and Evil Qi permeating the air.
