He walked slowly toward the old man, took a deep breath, and said in a low, heavy voice, "This city has clearly fallen into ruin. Given that you must possess supreme cultivation, a master with no rivals left under the heavens, why would you choose to live in such a desolate place filled with the aura of death?"
The old man turned, glanced at Mo Yang, and gave a faint smile. He waved his hand and replied, "I am just an old man, someone nearly at death’s door. Where else is there to go? Staying here is fine—when the time comes to die, every corner of this place is a burial ground."
Mo Yang’s expression was unreadable; he did not know what to say. After all, he had no idea who this old man was. Though the man had shown no hostility, it was impossible to tell whether he was friend or foe. Mo Yang preferred not to probe further; leaving safely would be the best possible outcome.
Chapter 374