In all of Salt City, the Dou Ling experts could be counted on one hand.
And the Mo Clan's Great Elder Mo Cheng stood among the finest of them. With the Misty Cloud Sect's protection as well, the Mo Clan had effectively become the overlord of Salt City.
Yet Mo Lin sensed that the old man before him seemed faintly stronger than Great Elder Mo Cheng.
That discovery instantly sent Mo Lin's heart racing.
Who is this man?
Mo Lin swallowed hard, his gaze flickering as he stared intently at Qing Mu, thoughts churning through his mind.
His face looks completely unfamiliar. He isn't from Salt City, yet he's also a Dou Ling expert. Just who is he? And why has he come to Salt City at this crucial moment during the Great Elder's birthday banquet?
For a moment, all sorts of thoughts flashed through Mo Lin's mind.
Only when Qing Mu swept his icy gaze toward him did Mo Lin hastily rein in his thoughts. He swallowed hard, forcing an awkward smile onto his composed face.
"I am Mo Lin, an elder of Salt City's Mo Clan!"
Drawing a deep breath, Mo Lin cupped his fists toward Qing Mu and spoke in a clear voice tinged with respect.
"Senior, you don't seem to be from Salt City. Our Mo Clan's Great Elder Mo Cheng is also a Dou Ling expert. Perhaps the two of you even know each other. May I ask your name, Senior?"
Qing Mu was not wearing a black robe at the moment, so Mo Lin had not connected him with Su Tian's group of three from that day. Now, he adopted a respectful manner, hoping to probe Qing Mu's background.
He had also brought up Great Elder Mo Cheng.
It was meant to deter Qing