1397 It’s Impossible To Accommodate Both Sentiment And Reason

"Over the ten thousand years of the Lan Clan's existence, do you harbor any regrets?"

Lan Buhui was stunned!

Ten thousand years of time had slipped by him so leisurely just like that. For a moment there, he actually sank into a stupor.

After a long while, with a sigh, Lan Buhui replied, "Who doesn't harbor any regrets in this world?"

Mo Tianji said impassively, "Your father is one who doesn't!"

Lan Buhui was stunned yet again. Slowly, he nodded. "Yes, he has no regrets. I cannot compare to him!"

Mo Tianji stated impassively, "I have no regrets too!"

Lan Buhui slowly extracted himself from his memories. He stared at Mo Tianji, his look in his eyes gradually turning razor sharp and fierce. He said softly, "50,000 to 60,000 people died in the great explosion you single-handedly created! And you regret nothing?"