South Sea, a small island.
At this moment, a young, skinny man dressed in black, looking travel-worn, was coming off the dock, preparing to head to the town on the island to rest for a few days.
Suddenly, the young man pricked up his ears; he heard some interesting topics.
"Have you heard? The news from the mainland..."
"Seven Domains discourse... The seven great Taoist Sects... All the geniuses of the Human Race... below fifty years old....."
It was people at the dock discussing the news of the Seven Domains discourse.
The skinny man paused, a thoughtful smile appeared on his face, "Seven Domains discourse, huh... interesting..."
"Eh... Lu mentioned that we would meet again soon, could this be what he meant?"
The next moment, the skinny man turned around, revealing a familiar face.
It was none other than Mo Yan, Master Mo, who had parted from Lu Qingshan at Jiaolong Island!