Where his gaze reached, there was nothing but darkness, with only the sound of the sea breeze and waves lingering in his ears.
"Meng Die, one day you will believe my words and return to my side," Lin Mo sighed in his heart, his eyes landing on the cyan object in his hand.
"Young man, your strength is formidable, even surpassing my expectations, kindling my admiration for talent. If you would consider acknowledging me as your Master, the grievances between you and my Qingxuan Sect could be wiped clean."
The figure of the Qingxuan Sect Master had already become a misty cyan fog, but his Divine Thought was still present, capable of communicating directly with Lin Mo.
Lin Mo remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard him.
