From beginning to end, the Ten Halls of Yama said nothing, merely gazing persistently at Xuanyuan Wuji, while Yang Luo also wanted to know what kind of trick Xuanyuan Wuji was up to.
Soon, Xuanyuan Wuji dialed a phone number and spoke blandly to the person on the other end, "Mo Shang, I'm currently in the Subduing Demon Hall, meeting with Yang Luo. I told Yang Luo that you discovered Yunmeng Butterfly, but Yang Luo believes I'm lying to deceive him. Why not have a word with him then?"
When Xuanyuan Wuji indeed contacted Mo Shang and spoke such words, the confusion in the heart of Ten Halls of Yama, Yang Luo, grew more evident. He frowned deeply, his gaze sharp with a chilling glint, his lips tight, eyes intensely focused on Xuanyuan Wuji. No one knew what Ten Halls of Yama, Yang Luo, was thinking at this moment.
Soon, Xuanyuan Wuji handed the phone to Yang Luo, his thin lips smiling as he said, "Yang Luo, you talk to Mo Shang."
