Before long, Mo Huangyun returned.
By his side was an old man with grizzled beard though with a rosy complexion and plump skin, full of vigor.
A Saintly Position powerhouse from the Mo Family, Mo Hong.
The higher the realm, the longer the lifespan, and the slower the aging process.
This Mo Hong was already more than a thousand years old which was roughly equivalent to a normal person's sixties, yet he still had a lifespan of up to eight hundred more years, so despite appearing elderly, his vitality was still incredibly robust.
He was filled with anger in his heart.
Whether it was Ling Tian Academy or the establishment of this camp, the Mo Family had contributed greatly and naturally held enormous authority.
Now, could there actually be a Great Sacrificial Heaven so blind as to dare to insult a scion of their Mo Family?
Truly, he was blind as a dog and deserved a "reflection" on his part.
"Great-grandfather, it was him!" Mo Huangyun pointed at Feng Yidao.
Fucking hell!
