"I am Wu Qi, and I greet you, friend."
"I am Qingyang, currently the Master of the Flying Swallow."
Ten Mile Flat Lake, dense white mist rising.
On Yao Yue Island, two Daoists sat opposite each other.
Staring at Luo Chen, Wu Qi’s eyes revealed a sense of emotion; Demon King Qingyang’s techniques were truly extraordinary!
Only after a few exchanges, did the other party reveal imnse capabilities in both Soul Refining and Techniques.
Combining what had been rumored before...
He could not help but ask aloud, "Qingyang Daoist, could it be that you are indeed a True Disciple from the remains of the Yuan Mo Sect?"
Luo Chen’s expression remained calm as he countered, "The Yuan Mo Sect has scattered in the wind. Does it matter whether I am or am not?"
Wu Qi was montarily speechless.
That was logical, but if one could act under the na of Yuan Mo Sect, walking in the Immortal Cultivation World that had once been under its control would undoubtedly...
Suddenly.
He ca to a realization.
If one really did that, there would certainly be both advantages and disadvantages.
Under the rule of the Yuan Mo Sect for thousands of years, despite being revered as a Holy Land, it didn’t control the North Sea as strictly as other Holy Lands of the Great Continent did. Moreover, the arrogant behavior of its sect disciples had offended countless powerful beings, both openly and covertly.
Even now, no one would openly kick soone when they’re down.
But behind the scenes, countless people were exterminating the remnants of the Yuan Mo Sect with zeal.
Those Nascent Soul stage powerhouses from the Yuan Mo Sect were not to be provoked.
But for soone like Demon King Qingyang, it would be much easier to make a move.
Judging from the fact that he secluded himself in such a remote place as the Flying Swallow Islands, he was soone who abhorred inconvenience; naturally, he wouldn’t invite greater trouble for little benefit.
Thinking he had figured it out, he had already labeled Luo Chen as a True Disciple of the Yuan Mo Sect.
This was the effect Luo Chen desired.
He had provided a provenance for his background while avoiding corresponding risks as much as possible.
So things are best left unsaid.
But!
So things still need to be made clear.
He looked at the black-clad Daoist with a high bun and said coldly, "Wu Daoist hails from the Mo Luo Sect?"
Wu Qi laughed, "Indeed, under Blood Nightmare Mo Luo of the twelve streams of Mo Luo, and residing on Wu Shen Island, I am the present Supre Elder of the Wu Family."
In one sentence, he provided his na, address, and backing.
Luo Chen considered the information.
The twelve streams of Mo Luo referred to the twelve Nascent Soul True Masters within the Mo Luo faction.
Rumors had it that among them was a pinnacle Great Cultivator in the Late Stage Nascent Soul.
However, the na of this faction stemd from a cultivator in the Early Nascent Soul Stage, precisely that Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.
This person was a genuine direct descendant of the Yuan Mo Sect!
Inside the Demon Sect, he was a prominent figure in the Blood God lineage, even ascending to the rank of Demon Sect Elder.
At the ti of the Yuan Mo Sect’s demise, he was outside handling sect affairs and, by a stroke of luck, escaped the catastrophe.
Having survived, he thought every mont about reviving the sect.
After gaining the support of several Nascent Soul True Masters, he established the Mo Luo faction in his Daoist na, attempting to reclaim the territories of the Yuan Mo Sect.
Currently, the Mo Luo faction was also one of the top powers opposing the Canghai Righteous Alliance!
Clearly, by stating that he was under Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, Wu Qi was both being sincere and warning Luo Chen.
"I have a powerful backing!"
Luo Chen clearly understood the implication of the other’s words, yet his expression remained calm.
"You’ve co here, likely for Yan Nantian, right?"
Wu Qi nodded, "That is true. When Mo Luo Sect was initially established, other powers also desired to fish in troubled waters. The foolish Yan Family of Exhausted Swallow Island, manipulated by others, thus offended my Mo Luo Sect. Yan Nantian, this thief, is quite capable but overly cautious and has injured many of our mbers. Killing him was a designated mission within our faction."
"That’s as it should be!" Luo Chen said coldly, a hint of displeasure visible on his face.
Wu Qi was baffled, "What’s right about it?"
Luo Chen looked at him coldly, "I have never disrespected your sect, moreover, I’ve been eliminating your enemy, Yan Nantian. Both logically and morally, you ought to thank . Yet, why did you arrive prepared for battle? I need an explanation."
His deanor was neither servile nor overbearing, with a touch of assertiveness!
As if he did not care at all about Blood Nightmare Mo Luo behind Wu Qi.
Wu Qi’s expression changed slightly.
Could it be that Demon King Qingyang held a high position in the Yuan Mo Sect before it was destroyed? Not even caring about Blood Nightmare Mo Luo?
After a careful observation, seeing the other’s exceptionally young appearance, he felt sowhat certain.
So young, yet already at the third layer of the Golden Core Realm.
Even within the Demon Sect, he would be considered a remarkably talented individual.
Perhaps, he truly wasn’t afraid of Blood Nightmare Mo Luo?
With many thoughts swirling, Wu Qi finally composed himself and clasped his hands towards Luo Chen.
"Apologies, I too was misled by deceivers, and I shall surely provide an explanation to you, Daoist friend!"
After saying this.
In Luo Chen’s presence, he made no attempt to conceal as he released a Divine Consciousness Voice Transmission.
Then, both settled into quietly drinking Spirit Tea.
Luo Chen didn’t press; he was interested in seeing what kind of explanation would be given.
Before long,
A Glint arrived from beyond the island, hovering above Ten Mile Flat Lake, hesitating to advance.
On the mist-enshrouded Yao Yue Island, sensing the arrival, a small path opened up spontaneously.
The Glint hesitated for a mont, then flew in.
Following the guidance, Kun Jiao, the Gang Leader of the Flood Dragon Gang, nervously reached the Green Sun Great Hall.
As he entered, he felt two sharp gazes on him.
That unreserved Spirit Pressure fell on him like a mountain.
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