"They must have sensed some secrets about me; otherwise, they would never have retreated so easily..."
Reflecting on everything that had happened that night, Moyang felt a lingering sense of fear. The Xuantian Continent—or rather, this Desolate Realm—was far more mysterious than he had ever imagined.
"I wonder how Master's cultivation is progressing. Once I meet him again, I must ask him about these two factions," Moyang muttered to himself while stowing away the token and the jade slip. These were two factions he had never heard of before, but the Wine Madman would surely know something about them.
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