"Your state of mind is unstable, and you cannot even conquer the Demonic Obsession in your heart. When the ancient clans and the Primordial Races finally manifest in the world, what can you possibly hope to achieve..."
A trace of mockery seemed to color the words.
A flicker of annoyance stirred within Mo Yang, and he spoke up: "I merely wish to cultivate in peace, to seek a single answer. What Primordial Race, what catastrophe—what the hell do they have to do with me?"
Chapter 260