With every name Ye Xuan uttered, Mo Chengtian's heart jolted violently. He had heard of these places from ancient continental records—they were said to be some of the most supreme lands on the continent. 'To think this young man has actually been to all of them?'
At this moment, Ye Xuan's gaze was disdainful, looking down with an arrogant air. That lofty, condescending aura was absolutely not something the spoiled young masters from ordinary factions could fake.
Even the geniuses from the top factions of the Dream Realm Plain couldn't compare to this young man's presence.
The thought that he had offended a disciple from such a colossal, super-powerful family—and had even schemed to capture them—caused another cold sweat to break out on Mo Chengtian.
As a Patriarch, Mo Chengtian was by no means someone who could be fooled by just a few words. But at this very moment, he was utterly convinced by Ye Xuan's claims.
