Over a stretch of sea, Mo Lin floated in the air and looked at the man before him with three pairs of white wings drifting behind his back.
"Yo, old man Qian, what did you come all the way here for?"
At present, the only person on the entire continent with three pairs of wings growing from his back was naturally Qian Daoliu, whose martial soul was the Six-Winged Angel. Qian Renxue already had five pairs of wings behind her.
"This Worship Hall Elder sensed an anomaly near these waters, so I came to take a look. Why have you appeared here?" Qian Daoliu knew he was no match for Mo Lin, but he could not lose his bearing.
"What does it have to do with you?" Mo Lin had no intention of showing Qian Daoliu a pleasant face.
Even if Qian Daoliu was Qian Renxue's grandfather, Mo Lin would never simply let go of the matter of him taking advantage of the situation to capture Mo Lin's senior sister, Hu Liena.
Although he would not make things difficult for Qian Daoliu because of Qian Renxue, Mo Lin would never treat him kindly either.
Although Mo Lin said nothing, the experienced and worldly Qian Daoliu still drew his own conclusion from the group of sea soul beasts beneath the surface.
"You're going to make a move against Sea God Island?" Qian Daoliu voiced his judgment.
Mo Lin did not answer him and continued to look at Qian Daoliu coldly.
Yet Qian Daoliu, who had always been aloof and proud toward outsiders—Mo Lin was naturally an outsider in his eyes—did not turn and leave. Instead, he continued:
"I know I have no standing or reason to make any request of you, but I still hope you can..."
But before Qian Daoliu