It was almost noon.
There was a blazing sun above his head, but when Mo Aotian saw the smile on the corners of Ping Xiu's mouth, he shivered for no reason.
Frowning, Mo Aotian said in a low voice, "Monarch Ping, what do you mean?"
Ping Xiu glanced at Mo Aotian indifferently, and his smile faded a little as he said, "It's nothing."
"I feel that that Heaven Deity Realm sword cultivator is only at the Spirit Refinement Realm now. Then, no one can stop me from doing what I want to do next."
Hearing this, Mo Aotian sensed a strange feeling.
Apart from the goal of sweeping through the Monet Dynasty on the surface, was there another meaning?
Before Mo Aotian could think of anything else, Ping Xiu suddenly changed the topic and said, "Right, I've heard rumors recently that the golden avatar that appeared in the Monet Dynasty's palace that day was a miracle manifested by the ancient Divine Race."