Yun Tian Sect.
Mo Ling returned to the stone hall where he lived, his heart surging.
The recovery of his soul had restored most of his confidence in an instant.
"Master, I still do not know your name?"
Inside the stone hall, Mo Ling solemnly placed the giant axe before himself and asked in a low voice.
"Your master's surname is Su, and my given name is Mo!" Su Mo said.
Mo Ling nodded. He thought carefully, yet he had never heard this name—at least not among the Martial Race.
"Master, why are you inside this giant axe?" Mo Ling continued to ask.
"I had no other choice. For the time being, I can only reside here!" Su Mo did not explain in detail.
"I understand!" Mo Ling nodded, guessing that his master might have some unavoidable hardship.
Or perhaps he was a tiger stranded on the plains.
He simply did not know what level of expert his master truly was. Was he even stronger than the Yun Tian Sect Master? Could he truly be a Dao Realm expert?
"Disciple, now that you have become my disciple, you must broaden your horizons and expand your vision. This tiny Yun Tian Sect is merely your starting point." Su Mo spoke in a deep voice.
There were two reasons he had taken this person as his disciple. One was to act from behind the scenes, and the other was that this youth's talent was indeed exceptional.
From his observation, this youth's talent was astonishing. His Primordial Spirit was extraordinary, unlike anything Su Mo had ever seen, and he possessed a special bloodline that Su Mo had likewise never encountered.
In short, conservatively speaking, Mo Ling's talent would be no worse than that of Zixiao, Ba Shiyu, Ji Hailan, and the like.
"M-Master,