"Foster father, how are you?" Meng Yuan stepped forward and asked.
"It's nothing too serious." Mo Qing Shan secretly adjusted his breathing, a few times, wiped the blood from his mouth, and shook his head at Meng Yuan. Then he turned his head and said to Mo Han Shan, "I haven't seen you for many years, brother. I know you are indeed very talented in martial arts, but it is a pity how things had turned out, if it is not for your unrighteousness and privately practicing dark magic, the position of the Momen leader would have, belong to you..."
"Do you think that being the leader of the Momen Sect is everything in this world?" Mo Han Shan sneered coldly, with a look of pride on his face, "The Mo family left me exiled without authorization. I took refuge in a safe place, away from your prying eyes, and started making my moves against every body."
