His divine skills seemed to not belong to this mortal world; even the exquisite Taoism of Dragon Tiger Mountain could hardly surpass his grace.
Thus, the two of them had been rivals since their youth, battling until they triumphantly entered the True Realm, both becoming unparalleled in the way of Tao.
"Senior, what exactly is the origin of that beggar?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.
Having competed since their youth and managing to firmly suppress Mi Jueluo, such a person certainly wouldn't be of unknown origins.
"Their lineage has suffered greatly, facing a formidable enemy all their lives, living amidst blood and tears," Mo Huaixian said, looking deeply at Zhou Dao.
"That beggar's master died when he was young, and he was left all alone in the vast sect, wandering outside."
"That terrible?" Zhou Dao couldn't help saying.