"You damn plagued old bastard!"
Mu Tuo spat out a curse, but in the end could not refuse him, once again summoning golden radiance and forming hand seals. The surrounding red light weakened a shade—only after a moment did results appear. Impatiently, he said:
"Can't divine anything about this person, how could they possibly be in the East Sea?!"
His crimson face twisted ferociously, twin rivulets of blood running down from his nostrils. Mu Tuo wiped at them with his hand, grinding his teeth as he spoke:
"You little brat, always suspecting shadows at every turn, now you've damaged my cultivation again; I'll be collecting compensation from you when we get back!"
Situ Mo had already fallen into deep thought, ignoring him entirely, his mind a tangle of suspicions, pondering:
