In the Inner Celestial Academy, Fang Chen was in a chamber that was sealed off from the outside world completely. He suddenly opened his eyes, and let out a sigh as a familiar dark miasma swirling around him calmed down.
Fang Chen's emotions were restless and he couldn’t cultivate properly. His mind would always wander back to half a year ago.
“What are you doing?”
Mo Rong ignored Fang Chen’s questions as he stood up. However, Mo Fong's body suddenly began to shrink and he stopped at the size of around eight meters tall.
Mo Rong then looked down at Fang Chen who was looking at him and said.
“I’ve decided, you’ll be my successor.”
“W-What?”
Fang Chen asked as he instinctively took a step back.
Seeing his actions, Mo Rong glared at him and said.
“What, you don’t want to?”