Kill... but cannot kill...
To plant the devil in the Taoist heart... also cannot do...
If he doesn't eat his fill, he won't be able to move on...
Gui Tao's person stood desolate for a long while. There wasn't any facial expression or movement, but it seemed as if he indeed sighed. Then he turned around and began to walk towards the small noodle shop.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed with a beaming smile.
The small noodle shop was run by a couple who were Qi Cultivation Loose Practitioners.
With their low cultivation, they ran a noodle shop by the road to make a living for themselves.
Mo Hua had previously swept the place with his Divine Sense, confirming that it was simply an ordinary noodle shop, and the couple were merely ordinary cultivators.
There were a few patrons, mostly Loose Cultivators from nearby, nothing unusual.
Mo Hua and his companion entered.
