A day later, Mo Wuji left Gods Heavenly Chasm worriedly. He had sent over ten messages to Su Xi, but he never received a single reply.
He understood Su Xi, that young nun. If nothing had happened, she would definitely have replied him immediately,
Did this mean that Su Xi’s disguise had been seen through, and something had happened to her? The more Mo Wuji thought about it, the more likely he felt it was. The Dry Wimple Pill was not bad, but the people that had their eyes on them weren’t bad either. In fact, there were a few Grand Emperors among them. Perhaps the Dry Wimple Pill might fool the unattentive eye. However, if a serious investigation was conducted, then the Dry Wimple Pill’s disguise could have been exposed.
