"Son, what do you think of the summit?" the Sect Master asked, staring at his enigmatic son.
Seated beside him was his wife, who was also staring at their son.
Mo Jian played with the invitation scroll, his expression unreadable. "Since I've never been to the outside world, I can't make the right judgment…."
He paused to arrange his thoughts. "But what I know is that strength is king, and that, we don't have. Thus, we only have one option left."
His parents didn't interrupt him as they listened.
The current Mo Jian was not someone anyone could compare with. In the whole Western Region, if he claimed to be the second richest person, no one would dare claim to be the first.
As a sect, they didn't even compare to him.
Mo Jian didn't look at his parents as he continued. "We need to be smart. Extremely smart. With the Spirit Link alone, that's enough to turn this place into a fierce battleground."
His parents nodded in agreement.
