Mo Lin's "Guo Degang quotes" were dripping with mockery. After all, he was an old hand at getting under Ning Fengzhi's skin.
Ning Fengzhi had noticed Mo Lin the moment he entered. The combination of white hair and a ghost-faced mask was far too eye-catching. Even without seeing his face, compared to Mo Lin's disguise during the Elite Tournament years ago, the difference was like night and day. Thus, Ning Fengzhi had not connected the current Mo Lin with the "Yu Mo" from years before. Still, Mo Lin's identity as Yu Yuanzhen's nephew came as quite a surprise to him.
Though the mockery in Mo Lin's words was obvious, Ning Fengzhi naturally felt somewhat displeased. However, he did not rebuke him directly and instead turned to Yu Yuanzhen.
"When did you get a nephew? Has your sister returned?"
Those words caught Mo Lin's attention.
It seems my mother was not only no secret among the upper ranks of the Soul Master world, but she also left quite a deep impression on them. After all these years, Ning Fengzhi thought of my mother without even hesitating.
"So Sect Master Ning knows about my mother," Mo Lin said. A murderous aura spread outward from him. "Then surely, you can now guess why we are going to war with the Clear Sky Sect?"
Hearing that question, Ning Fengzhi's pupils trembled. If Mo Lin truly was Yu Yuanzhen's nephew, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was going to war with the Clear Sky Sect because of Yu Yuanling, coupled with Yu Yuanzhen's earlier reaction, did he really need to guess the reason?
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged glances. They had never imagined that the grudge between the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could involve a death—and the