"Haha, in this Galaxy Star Domain, I only know five people. The Sword Sect Master Feng Wuheng; the Divine Pavilion Ancestor Xuanyuan; the first genius of the Galaxy Star Domain, who is also called the unrivaled pair with me, Jian Yinhe; the Sword Demon, a sword dao hero who disappeared for a thousand years; and Mo Tingyu, the swordsmith famous throughout various star domains back in the day. What are you worth? How dare you make me remember your name?"
Ouyang Chuchen maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, never once giving Mo Yang a proper look from start to finish. Even if Mo Yang was known as the third Inner Sect Disciple of the Divine Pavilion, so what? In Ouyang Chuchen's eyes, Mo Yang was nothing more than a mere rat, even an ant utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow.
How could someone like Mo Yang ever be remembered by Ouyang Chuchen?
