Chapter 1017: 324: I, Mo Kai, Am the Zhuge Liang of the Wet Realm_3

If by chance someone familiar with Mo Kai comes along, I’d be exposed. In that case, it’s better to say nothing, to appear more mysterious.

Let him guess on his own.

Silence.

The air in the room seemed to have stopped flowing, and the mentor and student remained silent like this.

"Disciple, is there something difficult to express?

"If my guess is correct, your elder is likely the Clan Venerable of Qingji Cave!"

Finally, Mo Kai sighed.

He voiced the name he had guessed.

Hearing this, Su Yue still maintained a blank expression; he neither denied nor acknowledged it.

Qingji Cave?

Su Yue was also curious, he had looked into books about the Yangxiang Race, but they didn’t mention Qingji Cave.

However, the suffix of the names of the Peak ancestors of the Yangxiang Race was always a cave.

For instance, Cang Ji.

If he could also break through to the peak, then his Clan Venerable title would be Cangji Cave.

The word "cave" in the Yangxiang Race represents supreme authority.

Qingji Cave.

Could it be a newly achieved peak?

In any case, he didn’t dare acknowledge recklessly.

In fact, the human race’s intelligence about the Eight Races Sacred Land is particularly scarce, making it impossible to ascertain each Peak Race Venerable clearly.

"Disciple, mourn not, Qingji Cave is a pioneer of our Yangxiang Race, even though the elder disappeared in the Outer Void, he will one day return."

Seeing Su Yue did not speak, Mo Kai started analyzing again.

And Su Yue was stunned.

Outer Void?

It seems this Qingji Cave, more than likely is a dead man.

"What a pity, because the Venerable of Qingji Cave left, your lineage is having a tough time.

"No wonder you, at a young age with such talent, were forced to leave the Eight Races Sacred Land, it must have been the doings of other factions.

"It’s simply despicable!"

Mo Kai suddenly cursed in anger.

Su Yue’s expression turned even more ashen, realizing that the descendants of Qingji Cave were not living well.

Indeed, when a person departs, the tea gets cold.

It’s fortunate enough not having been wiped out.

"You have suffered.

"The Clan Venerable of Qingji Cave went to the Outer Void not for the future of the Yangxiang Race, his death news was never confirmed, only his life marker shattered, but short-sighted beasts assumed the Venerable was dead and began to destroy the lineage of Qingji Cave.

"It’s utterly hateful, how could they understand.

"Since there is Earth outside the wet region, could there not be other worlds?

"Earth is weak because the wet region is lucky; if it were a more powerful world, what difference would the Eight Races of the wet region be from ants?

"Elder Qingji Cave risked his life to explore the future for the Sacred Land, yet ended up with such a fate, my heart, Mo Kai, feels uneasy about it."

Mo Kai smashed a table with a punch.

It could be seen that he truly admired Qingji Cave; it wasn’t feigned.

And Su Yue was deeply shocked.

The world outside the wet region!

Isn’t this the theory of the Daoist Sect?

Bai Yeqing had just mentioned it to him, and it turns out strong individuals in the Eight Races Sacred Land in the wet region were also exploring worlds beyond the wet region and Earth.

Indeed, one’s position can decide the thoughts in one’s mind.

For Su Yue and those low-level Martial Artists, their mindset was still stuck on fighting battles and earning merits.

His goal was still to find a way to break through to become a Grandmaster.

While in the hearts of peak powerhouses, they were already concerned about potential future catastrophic disasters.

Regardless of Shen Zhou Daoist Sect, the Yangxiang Race in the Eight Races Sacred Land was also already exploring.

At this moment, Su Yue felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

"Disciple, don’t worry.

"Although the lineage of Qingji Cave has temporarily declined, you have me as your master, and I will help you return to the Eight Races Sacred Land and find those enemies to seek revenge one by one.

"Your enemies are also my enemies, Mo Kai’s enemies!"

Mo Kai observed Su Yue’s expression.

As expected, when Outer Void was mentioned, his expression was somewhat shaken, but it wasn’t the kind of shock from hearing it for the first time.

Clearly, Hong Guo had previously known about the Outer Void.

His shock was merely admiration for his cleverness, his awe at being able to guess everything.

Hmph.

Who am I, Mo Kai, in accordance with the Shen Zhou people’s saying, I am the Zhuge Liang of the wet region, young Martial Artists’ petty thoughts cannot escape me.

Judging by Su Yue’s expression, he is indeed a descendant of Qingji Cave, it can be confirmed.

For such a rootless and cloud drifting disciple with a belly full of hatred, Mo Kai was all the more satisfied.

In this way, no one would compete with him for a disciple, and he wouldn’t be training someone only for them to serve others in the end.

In reality, anyone with keen insight knew, when Qingji Cave ventured into the Outer Void and his life marker shattered, he was definitely dead.

Within the wet region, a peak might be invincible supreme.

But in the Outer Void, who knows what terrifying existences are out there? The death of a peak is nothing unusual.

"I’m just a wandering Martial Artist in the wet region, I have only one goal, and that is to break through.

"I don’t want to talk about the Eight Races Sacred Land anymore."

After a while, Su Yue said, his voice somewhat hoarse.

He still didn’t admit to anything, of course, nor did he deny anything.

Brother Mo Kai’s imagination power was quite good, his speculative analysis unexpectedly gave him a persona of an unavenged fallen aristocrat’s descendant.

It seems, from now on, he should adopt a saying: Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never look down on a young man for being poor.

"No, you are not a wandering Martial Artist, you are the only personal disciple of a peak.

"Trust your master, I will definitely break through to the peak, making you an existence that the whole wet region dares not provoke."

Mo Kai gripped Su Yue’s shoulders, squeezing hard.