"I might as well pretend we never knew each other..."
Mo Wangchen's words carried a hint of bitterness.
Indeed, the little girl who used to be by his side at all times was now a stranger to him.
How could such a circumstance be easy for anyone to bear?
"Are you the Divine King Body, Mo Wangchen?"
As everyone remained silent, suddenly, not far from them, several figures walked side by side toward them.
Leading them was Yao Suming, and accompanying him were the young geniuses of the Ancient King Royal Family.
The one who spoke was a youth in black clothing, walking beside Yao Suming, shoulder to shoulder, clearly indicating that his status within the Ancient King Royal Family was not inferior to Yao Suming's.
It was speculated that his strength could rival that of Yao Suming.
"It's Ye Lang from the Night God Clan!"
Mo Wangchen was already the center of attention, and now that they saw the youth in black accompanying Yao Suming, many around recognized him.
