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Mo Jiu was the youngest person besides Xue Qingcheng to reach the pinnacle of Feathering. In terms of both talent and strength, he ought to have been among the very best. Of course, there were far too many existences like him in Tian City. But why were only Xue Qingcheng and he able to reach the Feathering peak at such a young age?
It was nothing more than fortuitous encounters. Take what Tian City had given Xue Qingcheng, for instance—that was not something an ordinary prodigy could enjoy.
As for Mo Jiu, his was a different kind of fortuitous encounter—one born from a strange adventure.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Jiu, why don't you tell us already? If such a place truly exists, you should have mentioned it sooner!" Supreme Elder Lilu hurriedly urged. The fact that this woman could survive having her head chopped off meant she had been hiding her strength. Her true power was probably even greater than Mu Shu's.
Mo Jiu furrowed his brows briefly before saying, "That place is very mysterious. I was brought into that space by an old man. After earning his approval, I inherited thirty percent of his power and thirty percent of his swordsmanship. That was how I gained my current strength. The condition was that whenever I grew tired of traveling outside, I had to return to that space, inherit his dying wish, and protect it."
"There is such a wondrous place in Muxian Continent? Where exactly is it? What is in that space? Who is this old man? My Wufeng City disciples are spread throughout the world. What place under heaven has escaped our notice? So why have we never seen this place?" Mu Shu asked in puzzlement as he pulled out a map