"Mo Yao? I have heard of him. Supposedly, before Wei Huangan became a Grand Academician, he was universally acknowledged as the foremost Grand Academician. Only after Wei Huangan slew a Sacred Race Demon King did people across the Bloodmang Ancient Land begin calling Wei Huangan the foremost Grand Academician. But others say Mo Yao's reputation back then was never inferior to Wei Huangan's, and since he is ten years older, his strength must be slightly greater. Is there any record of the two fighting?" Fang Yun asked.
Yun Zhaochен smiled faintly and said, "Others may not know, but two years ago, I saw Mo Yao and Wei Huangan cross swords."
"Oh? What was the outcome?" Fang Yun asked.
"Mo Yao had only grown stronger with age. He won by a hair," Yun Zhaochен replied.
Understanding dawned on Fang Yun's face. "It seems Grand Academician Mo Yao still has the will to prevail."
Yun Zhaochен gazed into the distance and said, "Here in the Bloodmang Ancient Land, we contend with heaven, with bear demons, with other cities, with outsiders, and with our own people. We absolutely cannot lose the will to contend. It is just like on the Saint Origin Continent: if the Human Race loses its will to prevail against the Demon Barbarians, it is finished."
"You are right, Master Zhaochен. Struggle is one of the forces driving the Human Race forward." Although Fang Yun disliked conflict, he had to admit that the will to prevail often spurred people to improve.
Yun Zhaochен said, "Then it is settled. You and I will return to Gathering Cloud City together. Once the Dragon Race Hall emerges, we will join forces and go."
"Besides our team, how many other teams will the Human Race of our Bloodmang Ancient Land have?" Fang Yun asked.