Looking at the Ancient Capital under reconstruction, Mo Xie felt certain that after surviving this undead catastrophe, the thousand-year-old city would become stronger than ever and shine for ages to come.
Fortunately, he had managed to keep a low profile on the way here. Given his current fame and standing, the streets would have been packed around him otherwise.
He passed through the damaged Outer City and entered the Inner City, which looked a little worse for wear too, then headed straight into the Bell Tower Magic Association.
When he reached the agreed-upon conference room and pushed open the closed doors, the senior officials seated around the table all rose and smiled at him.
Some of them might not have paid him much attention before, but now that Mo Xie was the savior of the entire Ancient Capital, he deserved to be taken seriously by everyone!
"Why are you all... looking at me like that?"
Faced with gazes full of admiration and concern, Mo Xie's eye twitched. A strange feeling rose in his heart, and he asked the question in confusion.
"Hahaha! My young friend Mo Xie, I'm glad you came back safely!"
Han Ji hurried over. He looked Mo Xie up and down with open admiration, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed.
"We owe you so much this time. You warned us about the Black Vatican's plot, allowing the people of the Ancient Capital to evacuate safely and greatly reducing the death toll. You even drove back the Eight Directions Undead Lords. You truly saved our lives!"
Mo Xie understood. With a faint smile, he replied calmly.
"Heh, it was nothing. I only did what any decent person would do."
"You're far too modest. An ordinary person could never have done all that."
Zhu Meng came over then