'What a pity. If only I could borrow the Power of the Dragon Vein beyond the capital.'
Mo Qi shook his head to himself.
If it were possible, he would have much rather captured the middle-aged man.
Then he could interrogate him about what truly happened eleven years ago and find out if the man knew anything about his mother.
Unfortunately, the gap between them was simply too vast, and Mo Qi didn't yet possess that kind of power.
He could only settle for the next best thing and capture Nangong An first.
'All in all, my power is still too low. Otherwise, why go through all this trouble? Wouldn't it be better to just storm the Hall of Envoys, or even the Immortal Realm?'
Mo Qi wasn't concerned about the middle-aged man's parting threat.
Annihilating the Mountain and Sea Empire was out of the question.
If the situation called for it, the higher-ups in the Hall of Envoys would abandon him just as easily as he had abandoned Nangong An.
