"Being able to find someone from the Tomb Spirit Organization suggests some influence, but what strength do you possess that could be of help to me?" Refining Mo's grip loosened, and the woman felt her breathing ease slightly.
"Lacking strength, we must seek cooperation. At present, we both share a common enemy and since our goal aligns, why shouldn't we cooperate?" The woman saw a chance to persuade and continued speaking.
"The Tomb Spirit Organization never collaborates with others. Since you could find my base, you must be quite familiar with my character and style," Refining Mo released his right hand, and as the woman felt her constraints disappear, she took a deep breath in relief.
"Wherever you go, not a blade of grass grows, and the living suffer," the woman articulated each word distinctly. Refining Mo, in his every action, would spare no survivor, be it an infant or even a dog.
