Because Mo Yang was no longer the person he was a few years ago—even an ancient-race enclave like Taixu Mountain had paid an extremely heavy price in their clash with him, and the crucial point was that Mo Yang was still alive and kicking.
"This is a matter for our Buddhist Sect. Please do not meddle if you have no business here!" An elderly monk swept his gaze over Mo Yang and instantly uttered those words.
Upon hearing this, a smile tugged at the corner of Mo Yang's mouth. This was precisely the line he had been waiting for.
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