"Who are you?"
A clear aura of supremacy coiled around the man before her. Though he had suppressed the fluctuations of his blood and energy, she could still sense an immense divine power, boundless as the starry cosmos.
He gave off no haughty, overbearing air. Instead, there was something different in his purity—if she had to describe it in a word, he had the heart of a child. It was hard to feel any ill will toward him.
"Mo Lingshu," the man said with a smile, kindness in his expression.
At the sound of his name, Shi Lan immediately understood. She had seen it on the identity token of a True Disciple.
Mo Lingshu, the foremost True Disciple of his generation, had attained the Dao more than six thousand years ago. His current cultivation was unfathomable.
"Shi Lan pays her respects to Senior Brother Mo." Shi Lan rose and saluted him, a few thoughts stirring in her mind. Mo Lingshu hadn't joined the Lingwu Hall on his own; his parents had been high-ranking members there. A prodigy who had already made a name for himself, he must have visited the Divine Martial Otherworld before attaining the Dao. If she could get some useful information from him, her chances of surviving would undoubtedly be much higher.
Lingyun hadn't told her much about the Divine Martial Otherworld. Her descriptions of what it was like had been so vague that Shi Lan had never felt entirely at ease.
"Junior Sister, there's no need for formalities. Once you join the Lingwu Hall, we're family. If you have any questions about your cultivation, you can come ask me first. There's no need to waste your one chance to seek guidance from an Unparalleled Giant." Mo Lingshu nodded with a smile, without the slightest air of