"It really is you!"
In the barracks of the Seventh Guard of the Blood Moon Army, Qi Shanye, Mo Ji looked at Xu Jin who had sneaked over, and his expression instantly turned excited. He rushed forward to hug Xu Jin, slapped Xu Jin's back forcefully, his eyes already slightly red.
Meeting a relative in a foreign land was beyond words.
"If it wasn't for Qi saying so, I wouldn't have believed it!" Mo Ji said.
"Uncle, I came late!" Being controlled by others' Divine Soul and losing one's freedom is especially painful for a warrior like Mo Ji who dared to defy the Tianyang Star Hall for twenty years.
"You're not late, not late! If it wasn't for Qi saying so, I'd worry about your safety." Mo Ji spoke while pulling Xu Jin to sit down, "Come, come, tell me about your experiences over the past year. How did your Cultivation Level improve so quickly? You're just like Qi and I."
"Sure, but how can a reunion without wine?"
"Exactly, there should be wine here!" Qi Shanye laughed heartily.
