1742 Face To Face With Each Other

Xuan Yuan Empire

Xuanyuan Mo Ze looked at the person standing in front of him wearing a white robe, with an elegant and gentle smile on his face, who looked like an immortal, and his brows wrinkled tightly. 

"What are you doing here?" He had made no attempt to hide his dislike for him in his tone of voice. 

He had never liked him since the first time he had met him, this man who would always inadvertently appear in front of the woman he loved and hung around. In his opinion, every memory of him was of him struck to his woman's side, what an eyesore. 

Mo Chen's beautiful face smiled elegantly and gently, like an immortal. He looked at Xuanyuan Mo Ze who was sitting at his desk wearing a black robe. Having not seen him in half a year, it seemed that the royal aura on him had become even fiercer. His whole body exuded a domineering arrogance which made him sigh: An Emperor Star would always be a Emperor Star.