695 Establishing a Footing

A man donning a yellow robe was muttering furiously to himself near a pool of blood. Anyone could tell he was the one who massacred the dragon race of the West Moat Ocean.

"Who is this unfamiliar face?" someone asked.

"How could an expert of such caliber be unknown in the Immortal Realm? He must have been disfigured." Another answered.

Au Yulu’s faced flushed red with embarrassment. Over the years, she spreaded hatred of Mo Wuji wherever she went.

Reality hit her hard, the person she had been shaming all these years turned out to be the sole benefactor of her race.

At this moment, she felt like someone was who bite the hand that fed her.

"Au Yulu, our race pride ourselves with repaying kindness with gratitude. You didn't even bother finding out the truth, but instead chose repay Mo Wuji’s kindness towards us by ruining his reputation." Au Sangzi said coldly.