"Ah, Kun Yun, you seem to get more run down every year. When I saw you last time, you still had a pot on you. Now, you don't even have that pot and you look incredibly miserable." Mo Wuji landed in front of the escaping Kun Yun and laughed.
Kun Yun's character was not bad. Compared to Meng Ye and Heng Zuo, he was many times better. This was why Mo Wuji was willing to help.
When Kun Yun heard Mo Wuji's voice, it was as though he had heard a heavenly aria. He hurriedly moved to Mo Wuji's side, "Brother Mo, Big Brother Mo, no, Grandpa Mo, you must help this brother. That fella is a madman…"
Before Kun Yun could continue any further; the person pursuing Kun Yun had already appeared in front of Mo Wuji.
This was the first time Mo Wuji saw such a stoic man. He was close to 3 meters tall, his shoulders were wide, his face was round, his ears were big and his skin was black as though he had been dipped in ink.
