"Just like him. Exactly like him!"
Fang Mo studied Luo Yun Kong once more. In his mind, he saw the statue at Yunkong Martial Academy—the one he had gazed up at countless times.
Their appearance and bearing were remarkably alike. The only difference was that Luo Yun Kong lacked the statue's aura of standing atop a mountain, looking down on the world.
He had once dreamed of becoming someone like Luo Yun Kong. But now that they had met again, he no longer felt the excitement of meeting an idol.
Luo Yun Kong was sizing up the young man before him as well.
He had heard so much about Fang Mo, especially the reports Ye Qiuchen had brought back, praising Fang Mo's strength. He had found them hard to believe.
What he had experienced before had shaken him to the core.
Fang Mo was so young, yet already had the strength of the True Man Realm. And he seemed to hold a high position in the Tianli Sect; even those powerful True Man Realm cultivators treated him with great respect.
He had seen the haughty Lu Yuanchu ignored completely by Fang Mo, and Lu Yuanchu hadn't dared complain.
"Senior Luo, please sit. Tell me what's happening with the alliance. Why did you come to the Tianli Sect's base?"
Fang Mo invited Luo Yun Kong to sit. With Lu Yuanchu and the others there earlier, he hadn't been able to ask much.
"Are you really the Fang Mo I've heard about?"
At last, Luo Yun Kong voiced the question on his mind. He truly couldn't believe that this Fang Mo was the same person he knew of.
"I'm the genuine article." Fang Mo smiled at Luo Yun Kong. "Senior Luo, when I was at Yunkong Martial Academy, I often practiced while