A moment ago, Mo Huasong used the Chasing Relative Secret Method to search the land for half an hour, but he didn't find any blood relations out there.
So, that's why the Sword Spirit said that.
"That doesn't necessarily mean anything. After all, it's been so many years that any traces of blood could have been washed away," Mo Huasong shook his head and continued cultivating his Cultivation Technique to recover his stamina.
A few hours passed, and Fat Dragon came to Mo Huasong's side. "Eh, Brother Batian, why are you still cultivating? And why do you look so drained? Are you sick?"
Mo Huasong opened his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"
"It's getting late. We should find a hotel in the city to stay. It's not fun being here with this wind. Besides, now that I've got some money, it's only fitting that I should be heating up my bed with a couple of girls." said Fat Dragon, thinking about his newfound wealth.
