"A name is just a label, especially since we're merely passing acquaintances. What harm does it do if one doesn't know it?"
Mo Wangchen spoke with a gentle smile, appearing polite and poised, unlike others who seemed deeply embroiled in bitter conflicts, facing off from the outset.
"Since you've arrived here, it implies you possess the strength of the ninth level of the God Realm. However, the Ten Thousand Realms have not been interconnected for long, but I've almost had encounters with everyone at our level. Yet, you seem quite unfamiliar." Wu Bufan squinted, seeing an immense confidence in Mo Wangchen's eyes.
This confidence wasn't forcibly put on or arrogant and presumptuous.
Instead, the feeling Mo Wangchen gave him was as if the white-clad youth before him was certain of gaining the qualification to enter the tower first.
But among the younger generation across the Ten Thousand Realms, when did such a person exist?
