"Young man, how do I go to the Yong Ying Thrush Mountain?" A voice suddenly interrupted Mo Wuji’s train of thoughts as he sat by the side of the road.
Mo Wuji lifted his head and saw a middle-aged man staring at him with a flying ship parked even further away.
Mo Wuji hurried to stand up to greet him. Now that Mo Wuji’s meridians were broken, his ability to sense his surroundings had fallen to the lowest point as he kept thinking what his next course of action should be. It was so extreme that Mo Wuji didn’t even notice someone had came so close to him before that man sounded out.
"Mo Wuji greets senior," Mo Wuji hurried to bow and even though he couldn’t tell this middle-aged man’s cultivation level, Mo Wuji had a faint sensing that this person was very much stronger than him.
"Qian Shan, bring him here," A sweet voice could be heard from the flying ship’s direction.
