"Elder, I've decided to leave for a while and won't be joining you to meet with Town Primordial Great Immortal just now," Shen Luo suddenly said.
"Why the sudden decision?" the Ten Thousand Years Fox King asked, quite surprised.
"I have an idea that needs to be verified, and if it's successful, I shouldn't be so embarrassed even if I face the Nine Netherworlds next time," Shen Luo said, exhaling a breath of stale air.
"If that's the case, then go. Just be more careful in the future as the Demon Clan has probably set their sights on you," the Ten Thousand Years Fox King said with a smile, seeing that Shen Luo seemed to have resolved his inner turmoil.
"Thank you," Shen Luo replied with a smile.
He had already made up his mind that once his injuries were healed, he would head for Five Finger Mountain.
Sun Wukong was once imprisoned there for 500 years. If there was anything left by Sun Wukong, the most likely place to find it would be there.
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