A flash of cold light whisked past, and immediately there was a sharp knife appearing before his eyes, less than a centimeter away from his Adam's apple, close enough that even his skin could sensitively feel the cold energy on the blade's edge.
"Why didn't you dodge?" A voice rose slightly with anger and surprise, soft yet crisp like beads falling onto a jade plate.
"Even if I didn't dodge, you wouldn't be able to hurt me."
Lin Mo spoke calmly. With his current level of cultivation, apart from a laser gun or some anti-materiel weapons, there were few weapons that could injure him, not to mention an ordinary dagger.
"Oh?"
The tender hand holding the dagger finally withdrew, followed by a faint sigh filled with a mix of helplessness and anger.
Only then did Lin Mo slowly turn around, his pupils narrowing slightly in surprise.
The girl standing beside him was about one meter sixty—a moderate height, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin—dressed in a long white gown. Her fair face, carrying a touch of delicateness, was filled with anger, and her large eyes stared at him intently.
"Is it you?" Lin Mo finally remembered.
This girl was none other than Liao Wen, the White Witch Clan maiden he had met before.
"You still remember me?" Liao Wen clenched her white fists and bit her silver teeth, glaring at Lin Mo as if seeing her archenemy.
Lin Mo slightly furrowed his brow, "I don't remember having any grudge with you, why are you trying to kill me?"
He had visited Han Country last month, and she must have investigated before coming to Tian Nan University to find him. He wondered how long Liao Wen had been there waiting for him to show up.
"If it weren't for you, how could our White Witch Clan have suffered the disaster of clan annihilation? If it weren't for you, my grandfather wouldn't have been abducted by them," Liao Wen said through gritted teeth, her eyes slightly reddened and misty.
"Black Witch Sect?" Lin Mo seemed to have thought of something and said indifferently, "Let's talk more back at the hotel."
Having said that, Lin Mo walked towards the hotel entrance.
Liao Wen stood there hesitating for a moment before sheathing her dagger and following his steps.
As the two of them entered the hotel together, a white Porsche pulled up at the hotel entrance. A pair of beautiful big eyes peered through the car window at the hotel entrance, frowning slightly.
"Mengmeng was still worried that Young Master Fu would seek revenge on him, and yet, look at him – instead, he's found a woman to hook up with." Sitting in the Porsche, Tong Ling snorted coldly, punching the steering wheel, feeling indignant on behalf of her best friend.
Hotel room.
"Have some water." Lin Mo set the cup on the coffee table and then sat down opposite Liao Wen.
After Liao Wen had finished explaining the whole story, Lin Mo came to understand the reason behind the events. Last time in Flood Dragon Valley, he had killed the Young Witch Master, and the Old Witch Master of the Black Mist Sect, enraged, wiped out the three great magic families in Chuannan and slaughtered all the people of the White Witch Clan. They had also abducted Liao Wen's grandfather and some clan members, threatening to release them only if Liao Wen found Lin Mo.
"So it seems this matter truly is because of me,"
Lin Mo frowned, a flash of cold light flickering in his eyes.
Liao Wen's eyes were red, and she knew in her heart that her strength was far from sufficient to assassinate Lin Mo, but she feared Lin Mo wouldn't go with her to save her grandfather.
"Since this matter started because of me, I'll go with you to save your grandfather and help you get revenge. Besides, leaving the Black Witch Sect as it is would be a scourge," Lin Mo raised his head, his gaze firm as he spoke to her.
"Really?" Liao Wen's face showed delight, but then she pursed her lips with some concern, "But the Old Witch Master of the Black Witch Sect has heaven-reaching mana, aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid of what? If he meets me, he might just kneel and beg for mercy," Lin Mo said with amusement.
He had even slain the only Sword Saint of Han Country, let alone the Sect Hierarch of the Black Witch Sect. The latter's strength was probably about the same as the Great Elder of the Joy Sect; killing him would be no more difficult than slaughtering chickens and dogs.
Although Liao Wen had seen Lin Mo's strength and knew he was very formidable, the power of the Black Witch Sect was even greater, and the Old Witch Master's mana was indeed heaven-reaching. At least in her heart, Lin Mo was definitely no match for him.
But the lives of her grandfather and her clansmen were in the hands of the Black Witch Sect, and she could think of no other solution at the moment.
"Alright, since I've promised you, I definitely won't go back on my word. I'll get a room ready for you, you should rest well," Lin Mo said.
"No, I want to sleep with you," Liao Wen said with a defiant look, shaking her head.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, Liao Wen realized how inappropriate it sounded, her cheeks blooming with a flush of crimson, and hurriedly said, "I mean, I'm afraid you'll run away. I need to keep an eye on you."
Lin Mo couldn't help but smile, responding indifferently, "Suit yourself."
After speaking, Lin Mo went to the bathroom to prepare for a shower.
Liao Wen, with her head buried, sat on the sofa.
After showering, Lin Mo came out and formed a spell with his hand, a beam of moonlight shone through the window onto the bed. Lin Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing his breathing techniques. With his current strength, he didn't need to sleep at all, but maintaining daily cultivation was still an essential practice for Lin Mo.
"If you're not busy, come over and cultivate as well," Lin Mo said with his eyes closed, without bothering to open them.
Liao Wen looked up, hesitated for a moment, but seeing Lin Mo dressed eased her mind. She walked over to the bed and started her cultivation practice under the moonlight.
The night passed without words.
When she opened her eyes the next day, sunshine had already spilled through the window. Beams of golden light revealed drifting specks of dust. The sunlight fell upon Lin Mo's face, bringing a sensation of warmth.
"I actually had a breakthrough?" Liao Wen opened her eyes, excitement undeniable on her face.
The White Witch Clan was also adept at some cultivation methods. Liao Wen, being of average talent, had been unable to make a breakthrough in her cultivation, but to her surprise, she had a breakthrough after last night's practice, which was almost equivalent to a month of hard cultivation.
Thinking of this, Liao Wen's heart surged with newfound confidence looking at Lin Mo. Perhaps he could indeed defeat the Old Witch Master of the Black Witch Sect.
"Are you ready? Let's set out," a voice broke Liao Wen's reverie and pulled her back to reality.
However, Liao Wen was not clear on the whereabouts of the Witch Sect's altar. She only knew that they seemed to be searching for Lin Mo's trace as well. The last time she had contact with someone from the Black Witch Sect, it seemed they were in Jiangbei.
"Mengmeng, that kind of person isn't worth your sorrow, and you're still worried that Young Master Fu will go looking for trouble with him. I saw with my own eyes last night that he went to check into a hotel room with a girl. Hmph, these boys who pretend to be aloof on the surface but are filthy inside, I've seen too many of them."
A car sped along the road, and Tong Ling couldn't help but speak to the girl beside him.