Jiang Wu's eyes widened in disbelief as the unmistakable form of Chen Mo materialized before him, seemingly unscathed from the cosmic upheaval that had reshaped the very fabric of existence. A mixture of relief and trepidation washed over him, for the cultivator's mere presence carried an air of profound mystery and unfathomable power.
"You..." Jiang Wu began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. "How did you survive that cataclysm? And that woman—her aura alone should have been enough to obliterate even the most seasoned of cultivators!"
Chen Mo's expression remained inscrutable, a faint smile playing upon his lips as he regarded Jiang Wu with an enigmatic gaze. "Let's just say that I've come to understand the true nature of nothingness," he replied cryptically. "As for that woman, well... let's just say she and I have a bit of history."
