The one conversing with Mo Wu was none other than the old yet undead Elder of the Jiang Family, Jiang Tianyuan. Although he appeared to be middle-aged, he was actually an ancient character.
Upon hearing a word from Mo Wu, Jiang Tianyuan's face instantly turned solemn: "How much exactly do you know?"
"Some, but not everything." Mo Wu's gaze was indifferent.
"Please, do share." Jiang Tianyuan said earnestly.
"Wait until you reach the Peak of Divinity and I'll tell you." Mo Wu's expression was exceedingly calm.
Jiang Tianyuan frowned, staring at Mo Wu, and said seriously: "Your cultivation seems similar to mine, you were once..."
"I severed my cultivation, it's that simple."
"But why..."
"I'll explain when you've reached the Peak Realm; speaking more now is futile."
Jiang Tianyuan immediately revealed a faint bitter smile and loneliness: "I'm 120 years old, how many more years do I have left? Do I still have hope in this life?"
