Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal. Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal? ---------- Watch as Mo Wuji fights against this destiny with his grit and tenacity. Feel your hearts pound as he goes through exciting adventures and encounters. Cry as tragedies befall him. Smile as he crushes his enemies and forges his own path. Where will his cultivation ultimately lead him?
"Now, you have paid what you owed her. There's nothing on you right now," Yuan Zhenyi laughed and said, after they left Han Ning's room.
Mo Wuji laughed but did not speak. He saw Cao Hao and Yang Junsong hurriedly walking in their direction. But Mo Wuji could see through the anxiousness in their eyes, and tell that they were only putting on a show.
Cao Hao looked at Mo Wuji, and his eyes fleeted with killing intent. On the other hand, Yang Junsong was full of smiles as he greeted Mo Wuji, "Drug Refiner Mo, long time no see."
Mo Wuji had no interest interacting with this venomous snake and this smiling tiger. He was too lazy to respond to them as he said to Yuan Zhenyi, "I do not owe her anything; she owes me. The person I owe my life to is her father. He entrusted her to me, so I would try my best to help her on this path to Chang Luo."
Yuan Zhenyi laughed, "Wuji, this is one thing I appreciate about you. Perhaps it's due to your personality that we can become such good friends."