The mountain reaches nearly a hundred zhang, ancient trees towering, vines entwined, showing exuberant vitality, many birds and beasts live here, but upon sensing Li Qi's aura fluctuations, they fled like locusts.
All fled to the distance, not daring to look back.
Once Mo Lai reshaped his body, the world became silent, with not a sound remaining.
He was of medium build, not tall, ordinary in appearance, with dark eyes, wearing simple attire. Such a person would quickly disappear into a crowd.
Not abrupt.
But who could have thought he was an Emperor Son.
Hongxiu issued an order to Li Qi, asking him to take Mo Lai back to the Wuji Sect, but unfortunately, the Heaven Martial Continent war broke out, forcing him to stay here.
Vital essence remained in the vessel for years.
"The Sect Master said your father left something that you need to inherit, so you cannot perish," Li Qi said softly.
"What is it?" Mo Lai slowly lifted his head.
"Left a path..." Li Qi lowered his eyes.
