Will Not Reach The Top Of The World

After Mo Fan finished eating, drinking, and chatting, he sat down like a statue in the courtyard filled with weeds.

When he moved in, there were no weeds at the place. But Mo Fan thought that the environment was cleaned up too neatly, which made it lifeless. Thus, he stopped the gardener from the Holy Palace from cutting them.

With the grass and insects around, he did not feel lonely.

Being imprisoned was not actually unbearable. Mo Fan was bent on pursuing supreme magic, so it was a common sight to see him frequently cultivating in isolated training for a long time. He just found the feeling of not being allowed to go out to get a breath of fresh air uncomfortable. Once that discomfort rose in him, his desire to leave the place would only grow stronger.

Mo Fan knew that day would come sooner or later. The Holy City could not possibly let him stay in the city so comfortably. When the right time came, they would decisively lay their hands on him.