Song Zhi followed Mo Xiuyao's line of sight and saw the blood under the cut on her sleeve. She paused and said, "It's just a small injury, it doesn't hurt...."
"Someone who's so afraid of death actually said it doesn't hurt? Have you been scared silly by these people?" Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed with a faint smile. He reached out to grab Song Zhi's arm to check. Song Zhi did not expect him to suddenly reach out and dodged in a panic. It was an instinctive reaction of her body. When she came back to her senses, she realized that things were going to be bad. As expected, she looked up and saw Mo Xiuyao's expressionless face.
Mo Xiuyao's hand was still in mid-air, and there was no smile in his eyes. He looked at Song Zhi and said, "I'm the one you're afraid of."
Song Zhi wanted to defend herself, but when she met Mo Xiuyao's cold eyes, she could not say a word.
The expression on Mo Xiuyao's face turned stormy in an instant. Song Zhi could sense his emotions and her breathing became irregular. Just as she could not help but take a step back, she heard Mo Xiuyao's half-amused tone as he said, "If you dare to step back, I'll cut off your legs."
He sounded like he was joking, but Song Zhi knew that he was telling the truth. She did not dare to move.
Song Zhi was obedient, but Mo Xiuyao became more and more irritated, especially when he saw the fear in Song Zhi's eyes. The aura around him became colder. Song Zhi knew that she should comfort Mo Xiuyao at this time, but she opened her mouth a few times but could not say a word. Just as she was in a daze, there was a noise not far away. She turned around in shock and saw the Elder of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect coming over with a bunch of people.
Song Zhi was shocked and quickly picked up the invisibility cloak that the Mo River Valley people had thrown on the ground. She hurriedly put it on herself. When she had put it on, the Elder of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect had also arrived. He directly asked Mo Xiuyao with a cold face, "Mo Xiuyao, can you explain?!"
Mo Xiuyao's eyes were cold as he said, "Get lost!"
"You…" The Elder was about to continue when Mo Xiuyao's said coldly, "So many people could easily avoid the guards of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect, and then you just happened to come here. Who should be the one explaining?"
"You mean to say that the Purple Cloud Sword Sect intentionally let people in to harm you?" The Elder's eyes widened.
Mo Xiuyao did not want to say a word. He kicked the long sword on the ground and struck it with his palm. The long sword pierced the Elder's stomach. The Elder's eyes were wide open. He did not expect Mo Xiuyao to dare to attack him.
"Elder!"
"Elder, are you alright?"
Those who had come today were all outer sect disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect. Their cultivation levels were low and they were very timid. When they saw that the Elder was injured, they immediately panicked and lost the will to fight. A few of the disciples who had previously caused trouble for Mo Xiuyao were also present. When they saw Mo Xiuyao's skills, they were all scared out of their wits, afraid that Mo Xiuyao would pierce them if he was unhappy.
"If we take him out of the Demon's Note Valley now, he still has a chance to live. When you return, tell the Sect Master of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect that if he doesn't want 00,000 demonic soldiers of the Demon Realm to massacre the Purple Cloud Sword Sect, he better keep an eye on the people of sect," Mo Xiuyao said indifferently.
The disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect did not dare to talk back and quickly left with the Elder. These people came and left in a hurry, as if they had put on an absurd and ridiculous farce. Song Zhi also relaxed a little after such a fuss. After taking off the ill-fitting invisibility cloak, she looked at Mo Xiuyao with eager eyes. "Demon Lord…"
Mo Xiuyao's eyes were cold, and Song Zhi immediately shut up. Then, Mo Xiuyao turned around and left without any expression. Song Zhi wanted to chase after him, but she did not pay attention to her feet and almost tripped over the bloodied body. She quivered and when she looked up again, Mo Xiuyao had already disappeared.
Song Zhi, "..." Forget it. Let's take it slow. If I go over now, Mo Xiuyao would be annoyed. Song Zhi took another look at the corpse on the ground. She resisted the urge to vomit and turned around to run away. She only felt better after she washed her face by the stream.
In the afternoon, Song Zhi prepared a table full of dishes, but Mo Xiuyao did not come. She sat in front of the small table in a daze and only came back to her senses at night. Then, she put the cold food into the Cosmos Bag and made a new table full of dishes, but Mo Xiuyao still did not come. She waited and waited until late at night before hesitating to go to Mo Xiuyao's place. She deliberately avoided the corpses and took a long way around.