Meet the Cult Master?
When Li Tianming and Weisheng Moran heard this, their expressions froze.
Even to Weisheng Moran, the Cult Master was the universally acknowledged strongest being in the Xuanting Cosmic Empire, an elusive, ethereal figure. She had never even approached him, much less met him.
With her current status and position, unless there was some special reason, it was impossible for her to be summoned personally.
Thus, in that fleeting instant, countless thoughts raced through Weisheng Moran's mind.
To be honest, worldly affairs only ever came down to the same few things. The conflicts and clashes among ordinary people and cosmic cultivators alike arose from nothing more than all kinds of desires.
The desire to fight, to dominate, to obtain, to grow strong, to occupy, to crush... Li Tianming had all of these too. Any living being probably could not escape them. Without them, one would be a turtle drifting with the current, bound to be eliminated sooner or later.
Li Tianming had never seen anyone truly without desire or ambition, unless they had already become useless. So-called experts being lonely and solitary was merely self-deception, sealing themselves within their own little worlds because they could not break through into a higher realm.
Once they broke through, faced relentless suppression, went hungry, and lost all dignity, their seven emotions and six desires would all return. Otherwise, they would truly be finished.
So what did the Divine Tomb Cult Master mean by this?
After Mu Dongli rose, Weisheng Moran did not follow. She hesitated for a moment, then softly asked, "Master, I didn't hear wrong, did I? The Cult Master wants to see me? How could that be possible?"
Mu Dongli turned back to look at her and smiled lightly. "Naturally, you heard correctly. Perhaps he thinks your talent