The two Langu Gu Hou wore looks of shock and suspicion.
They neither dared to strike at the azure-blue mass of light, lest they harm the Ape Langu Gu Hou, nor dared to step forward rashly.
“What on earth is that?” she asked in alarm, "How is the Might Hou?"
The Langu Gu Hou of the blue moon was likewise filled with uncertainty and alarm.
They had never seen such a terrifying magic artifact, one that could forcibly abduct a quasi-saint and leave them entirely powerless to resist.
Even as they hesitated in uncertainty over whether to strike, the azure-blue light filling the sky vanished.
The two swept their gazes across the area, but could no longer see or sense the presence of the Might Hou.
The Langu Gu Hou of the green moon spoke with an utterly ice-cold voice, "Where is he?"
Jiang Fan silently put away the dim and lusterless gourd, a wave of deep emotion washing through his heart.
If he had possessed the Primordial Imprison-Heaven Gourd at its full glory from the very beginning, how could he have ever been hunted down in such a wretched state by the Langu Blood Hou?