"I'm not dwelling on the past," Moyang said lightly with a smile, choosing not to elaborate on what had just happened.
The Sword Saint was not surprised, nor did he press for details. After a few moments of silent reflection, he said, "Take care!"
In this supreme clash where several Supremes had fallen, the Primordial Race was bound to remain quiet for a long time. With Moyang's innate talent, it was impossible for him to stay on the Xuantian Continent forever; moreover, his identity was mysterious, as if he didn't belong here in the first place.
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