Only Karon Gogomola can converse easily with this Holy Sanctuary Grandmaster.
This is the loneliness of the wise, not Mo Fanleid thinking too highly of himself.
Karon came to his senses and shook his head slightly. The humanoid face, the crown born on the Master of Humanity's head, was woven like golden thread and osmanthus leaves, shining brilliantly.
"It's nothing,"
Karon said with a light smile, revealing a charm that no mortal creature could resist.
"I just always thought there are always higher heavens, stronger people outside, but I didn't expect some potential enemies I imagined to be not as strong as I thought, but rather unexpectedly weak. Perhaps my goal should not have included them in the first place."
Mo Fanleid calmly laughed and said, "With your wisdom and talent, in whichever world, you are destined to become the strongest at the top."
"Being your enemy should be their honor!"
