"Me?"
Upon hearing someone rebuke him inside the pavilion, Mo Wangchen's face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. He spoke indifferently, "Just a nobody..."
"Were those words just now calling us petty men?" A genius from the Ancient Clan glared at him, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
"The Ancient Emperor should be revered by all. Since he has fallen, let him rest in eternal peace. Yet you, wishing to dig up someone else's Emperor Bone, what's wrong with calling you petty men?"
Mo Wangchen's expression remained calm. Such things were not something he could do. In the past, above Tiannan, in the Reincarnation Mountain Range, he had encountered the bones of a Saint King.
At that time, no ill thoughts arose in his heart. Instead, he buried the remains and erected an Emperor Tomb.
Thus, he reaped the fruits of virtue. In the past, when proving his Emperor status in the Flower Fairy Palace, the soul of the Saint King also manifested to assist him.
