Mo Wen raised his eyebrows slightly. A member of the Ming Temple? He had not anticipated that this youth dressed in black was actually the Ming Temple's genius. With his talent, he certainly would be able to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster in the future. As expected, the Ming Temple was indeed powerful and prosperous. Not only did they have many strong practitioners, but their junior ancient martial art practitioners were also flourishing. They did not need to worry about a lack of successors. If the juniors developed successfully, the Ming Temple would flourish for a few centuries at least.
The cold look in Mo Wen's eyes gradually disappeared. Since this youth was a member of the Ming Temple, this debt would need to be collected one day. Right now, however, was not the time.
