An elderly cultivator had already approached Moyang. He spoke first, his tone seemingly calm and even tinged with a hint of kindness, but the murderous intent and greed lurking deep within his eyes could not escape Moyang’s notice.
"Who are you?" Moyang asked, knitting his brows slightly.
He had long anticipated such a situation, so he felt no surprise; on the contrary, he remained quite composed.
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