The young Cultivator with the spirit of youth spoke arrogantly.
This answer left everyone speechless.
Wang Ba couldn't help but quietly cheer.
Such a response had an air of a genuine cultivator.
The Cultivator who had just spoken could not retort, and could only grind his teeth.
"You... May I ask how we should address you?"
"From Donghe County in Yan, I am Mo Qi!"
So his name was Mo Qi... Wang Ba nodded secretly, remembering this name.
Any cultivator with such ambition and also at the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment stage would surely achieve greatness as long as they did not die prematurely.
Mo Qi glanced around, and to his surprise found Wang Ba among the group of cultivators. He hesitated for a moment, but still politely raised his hand and gave a distant salute to Wang Ba.
"Greetings, fellow daoist."
Though he was proud, he was not stupid.
His master could only greet the other's master with a smile despite the unhappiness, which already explained the situation.
