There was a legend that Mo Batian always traveled with a Nine Dragons Fish and two gold medal fighters, in addition to a shameless Fat Dragon. So why was he alone now?
This made Lu Yulong somewhat doubtful.
"I am Mo Batian." Mo Huasong confirmed, nodding his head.
As Mo Huasong admitted it, Lu Yulong found it plausible.
Otherwise, how could Mo Huasong have all these weapons?
"Oh, Brother Mo, so this is where you are!" A surprised voice came from behind.
Mo Huasong turned his head and saw Yang Jingjian, that fool.
"Young Master Yang." Lu Yulong's face reflected a respectful expression upon seeing Yang Jingjian.
The Tai Chu Sect was a renowned and influential sect in the Cultivation Realm, not something he, a mere town mayor, could afford to offend.
"Yang Jingjian, what are you doing here?" Mo Huasong asked curiously.
"Haha, today is Fairy Lu's birthday, from Liushan Gate. That's why I came." Yang Jingjian replied with a smile.
