Mo Luo looked at Mu Zi, his gaze pausing on her young face for a moment, an undisguisable look of amazement in his eyes.
Heaven knew how incredible he had found it when he learned of Mu Zi's strength from Qing Zhi.
At twenty, she could already rival the Samsara Stage. It was simply unheard of. In fact, the vast majority of Samsara Stage experts could not even contend with her!
Mo Luo had originally thought that his own disciple, Tang Xinlian, was already an astonishing genius, but after learning of Mu Zi's deeds, he could only sigh inwardly that some people simply defied common sense.
"Two months from now, the Championship Competition will be held. When the time comes, I'll have to rely on you to act."
After sighing for a while, Mo Luo slowly spoke, his tone carrying a rather solemn note.
In this operation, the Flame God Hall on the surface would inevitably bear the brunt of the Yimo's flames of war. It could be said to be extremely dangerous. The slightest carelessness, and the Flame God Hall would be in danger of annihilation, just like the Thunder Emperor's Cave Abode thousands of years ago, reduced to ruins and wiped from heaven and earth.
If one more expert could take action, the Flame God Hall would gain a greater chance of preservation.
"When the operation begins, I will naturally act. Against enemies of heaven and earth like these, if they can be slain, it is my duty to do so." Mu Zi looked at Mo Luo and said each word clearly.
When she recalled the scenes of disaster in the Great Desolate Sect illusion, a cold glint surged into Mu Zi's eyes. As for the Yimo, she naturally wanted them destroyed as soon as possible.
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