Li Mo squinted his eyes as the surging mist fog spiritual power gradually converged. He casually stored the cultivation resources into his storage bag.
If there were truly an unforeseen event, the constables should be knocking at his door by now.
Just as this thought formed in his mind, a hurried knock sounded. Outside, the commotion grew louder. Clearly, a large crowd had gathered.
Li Mo walked unhurriedly down from the second floor. The shop had become much cleaner; although the furniture was still old, it was at least spotless.
Aside from the Ghost Tiger, the rest of the Tattooed Beasts eagerly burrowed into the skin of his limbs.
Li Mo opened the shop's front door and was met with the bustling sight of a crowd. Among them were over a dozen cultivators from the Government Office maintaining order.
The lead cultivator was none other than Ma Weigong.
Once Ma Weigong recognized Li Mo's identity, his demeanor softened considerably.
