After reaching the Saint Realm, one cultivates the Holy Light.
Mo Feng Shang was indeed arrogant, but he had the capital to be so.
He was no longer a newcomer to the Saint Realm, having cultivated a strand of Holy Light, his battle prowess far exceeded the Ten Saints of old.
"Of course I know!" Zhan Xingguan felt somewhat guilty, but still stubbornly replied, "If he were still here, he could definitely cultivate the Holy Light and be stronger than you!"
"Old man, are you really that good at pretending?"
Mo Feng Shang was somewhat speechless.
How could he not hear that Zhan Xingguan was merely speculating?
This constant talk of "if he were still here" clearly showed the person in question was no longer in Zhan Yue Sect, and wasn't even at the Saint Realm when he left, let alone having cultivated Holy Light.
Perhaps Zhan Yue Sect once indeed had a talented genius, but so what?
How many prodigies towered over him back then?
At that time, he couldn't even enter the Sacred List!
