"I'm not talking about the past," Mo Yang said, looking calm and relaxed as he smiled.
The Sword Saint was not surprised, nor did he ask further. After pondering for a few moments, he said, "Take care!"
A cataclysmic battle had resulted in the fall of several Supremes, ensuring the Primordial Race would remain quiet for a long time to come. With Mo Yang's innate talent, it was impossible for him to stay permanently on the Xuantian Continent; moreover, Mo Yang's identity was mysterious, and it seemed he never truly belonged here in the first place.
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