"Old Mo, why say such a thing? As long as I'm around, if you or Little Cheng ever need me, I will never back down!"
Wang Meng said. He wasn't thinking that far ahead. Although his Holy Statue had just taken form, his power was still far from sufficient. The higher he climbed, the more he realized his own insignificance.
"With you saying that, I can rest easy!"
Mo Chen truly was relieved. Even if things with Zhang Bai didn't work out this time, the Taiyin Sect would be fine.
A decade or so would be enough time for Wang Meng to grow. By then, even if Mo Chen failed in his own breakthrough attempt, he could close his eyes in peace.
"What's wrong with those two?" Wang Meng asked, seeing Zou Chuang and Xie Tianhua, who were currently meditating to regulate their breathing.
In high spirits, Mo Chen laughed. "Those two kids benefited from your good fortune. The Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon God Statue is unparalleled in all of history!"
