Mo Zhongtian was shocked and furious. He gritted his teeth until they creaked.
Cang Ji saw his reaction and raised his eyebrows as he teased, "Why are you so angry, Monarch Mo?"
"The divine artifact of your dynasty can help my sect's Holy Son condense his Divine Spark. In the future, there might be a chance to recreate the glory of the ancient Divine Dao on my sect's Holy Son."
"Isn't this much better than letting it rot in the hands of Monarch Mo?"
Mo Zhongtian was about to go crazy. He did not expect that as the Supreme Patriarch of the Canglan Dao Sect, Cang Ji, would actually say such shameless words.
Cang Ji did not mind and continued, "In the current cultivation world, only the Holy Son of my sect has grasped the Divine Dao technique."
"Today, my Holy Son obtained this divine artifact. It should be the will of the heavens."