Even without the report from Deacon Wei, Mo Wuji could already feel his spiritual will imprint approaching rapidly.
When Han Qingru heard these words, her face changed drastically. She immediately stood up and subconsciously muttered to herself, "Didn’t I send him to Yong Ying Immortal Pier?"
She soon came to an understanding that now was not a time to be worried about such matters. She urgently turned to Ding Ding, "Ding Ding, bring Dao Friend Mo upstairs to hide. Hurry."
"Ah…" Ding Ding stuttered in astonishment. Before she could say anything, Han Qingru nudged her, "Hurry."
"Dao Friend Mo, I have to trouble you to hide for awhile. We will continue our talk later. I’m truly sorry," Han QIngru apologized to Mo Wuji; anxiety could be seen in her eyes.
"No worries." Mo Wuji smiled and followed Ding Ding upstairs.
