Ji Yaoxue's petite body shuddered as she turned to look.
Not far away, a scholarly looking cultivator strode over. His green robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes were clear and there was a faint smile on his lips.
Ji Yaoxue was stunned. For a moment, she was in a daze and remained silent for a long time.
For some reason, Ji Yaoxue felt a lump in her throat and her eyes reddened.
That figure had appeared in her mind countless times.
Now that she was seeing him, she felt that it was surreal.
It was as though there were no other sounds in her ears except for that single sentence. "Miss Ji, how have you been?"
"Great! So, you've known Mr. Mo for a long time! You've been hiding it from me!" Bai Yuhan leaned over to Ji Yaoxue and whispered.
When she heard that, Ji Yaoxue gradually snapped out of her daze. The green-robed man had already arrived.
"Greetings, Mr. Mo."
Bai Yuhan stood up hurriedly and cupped her fists.
The green-robed man merely nodded and shifted his gaze back to Ji Yaoxue's beautiful face with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Bai Yuhan looked at Ji Yaoxue and then at the green-robed man.
She could not understand what was going on.
If the two of them knew each other, why were they not saying anything?
If they did not know each other, what did Mr. Mo mean by that Just Now?
"You're Mr. Mo?"
After a while, Ji Yaoxue finally spoke.
"I think so," The green-robed man nodded.
"Then should I call you Young Master Su, Mr. Mo or … Zimo?"
"Up to you."
The moment he said that, the two of them exchanged glances and smiled as though they had a telepathic connection, just like before.
"Have a seat."
Su Zimo pointed to a stone stool at the side and sat down with Ji Yaoxue.
Bai Yuhan froze on the spot and had yet to snap back to her senses.
"What Young Master Su? What Zimo?"
Turning around, Bai Yuhan hurried back to Ji Yaoxue's side and asked in confusion, "Yaoxue, what do you mean by Young Master Su and Zimo? This, this is Mo Ling, Mr. Mo! "
Ji Yaoxue smiled but did not say anything. She turned to look at Su Zimo.
Su Zimo glanced at Bai Yuhan and said frankly, "Let's get to know each other again. I am Su Zimo."
"Which Su Zimo?"
Bai Yuhan was a little confused as she asked subconsciously.
"Yan Kingdom, Su Zimo."
"Ah!"
Bai Yuhan exclaimed with a face filled with disbelief. "You're that cripple Su Zimo who can't cultivate and has no spirit root?"
Upon hearing the word 'cripple', Ji Yaoxue frowned. She glanced sideways and said softly, "Sister Bai!"
Nien Qi looked unhappy and couldn't help but say, "Commander Bai, how can you say that? If my Young Master is a cripple, then who in this world isn't a cripple?"
"H-How is that possible?"
For a moment, Bai Yuhan found it hard to accept. Her gaze darted back and forth between Su Zimo, Ji Yaoxue, Nien Qi and Su Xiaoning. However, she realized that none of them seemed to be joking.
In Bai Yuhan's impression, Su Zimo from Yan Kingdom and Mr. Mo before her were existences from two completely different worlds!
One was in the skies, the number one Weapon Refinement Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was so famous that almost all the Perfected Jin Dan wanted to befriend him.
The other was underground, from a small vassal state in a remote place. Without a spirit root, he could not cultivate and was the most ordinary mortal in the mortal world.
How did the two of them end up as one?
Su Zimo smiled and said indifferently, "That's right. There are many things in this world that are impossible."
Changing the topic, Ji Yaoxue asked curiously, "Why are you called Mo Ling?"
Su Zimo pointed to the plaque on the door. "Mo Ling is only the name of the weapon workshop. Everyone instinctively thought that my name was Mo Ling. I couldn't be bothered to explain and that's how it spread."
"To think that you've changed so much after a few years. You've already become the famous Mr. Mo in the capital. It's hard to even meet you," Ji Yaoxue teased.
Su Zimo smiled as well. "How would I dare to not meet the third princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty when you've already announced yourself?"
"Pfft!"
Ji Yaoxue covered her mouth and chuckled. Rolling her eyes at Bai Yuhan, she said, "It's all because Sister Bai called me that."
In Bai Yuhan's eyes, ever since she met Su Zimo, Ji Yaoxue seemed to have changed into a different person. The worry in her eyes was gone and her beautiful eyes were like water. She smiled sweetly and was indescribably beautiful.
Ji Yaoxue thought for a moment and said, "Right, father has a high opinion of you as well."
"You're talking about Mo Ling, right?" Su Zimo's tone was calm.
"It's the same anyway. You guys are the same person," Ji Yaoxue said.
Su Zimo smiled and did not say anything.
He knew very well that if the Emperor of Great Zhou discovered that he was Mo Ling, it would be hard to tell what his attitude towards him would be.
The Emperor's heart was unpredictable.
If the Emperor of Great Zhou wanted to kill him in a fit of rage, he would be able to find sufficient reasons to do so!
"Is the supreme-grade spirit weapon custom-made for you, Your Majesty?" Su Zimo asked.
"Yes."
Ji Yaoxue nodded and extended her palm with a smile. "Hand it over. Let me take a look at Mr. Mo's custom-made flying sword and see if it's to my liking."
Su Zimo smiled and took out a flying sword from his storage bag.
The sword was three feet long and two feet wide. It was engraved with mysterious patterns that could be said to be the work of the gods and was beautiful!
Su Zimo injected spirit energy into it.
Whoosh!
Four spirit patterns lit up on the sword in a bedazzling manner!
Four spirit patterns, supreme-grade!
A look of envy flashed through Bai Yuhan's eyes as she looked at the flying sword.
Although she was the commander of the White Hawk guards, she did not have a single supreme-grade spirit weapon.
Ji Yaoxue received the flying sword with both hands and brushed her fingers across it. Although she felt the coldness of the sword, her heart was filled with warmth.
"Om!"
Ji Yaoxue brushed her fingertips across the tip of the sword and flicked it gently. The sword trembled and let out a clear hum!
Just the hum alone was enough to tell that the flying sword was a top-notch creation even among supreme-grade spirit weapons and was infinitely close to being a perfect spirit weapon!
Su Zimo took out a pale yellow robe from his storage bag and handed it to Ji Yaoxue. "This robe is for you as well."
Ji Yaoxue received it.
The pale yellow robe was extremely thin and light, giving off a slight chill to the touch.
Ji Yaoxue's heart skipped a beat as she injected spirit energy into the robe.
Whoosh!
Four spirit lights burst forth from the robe in a dazzling manner!
"Ah!"
Almost at the same time, Ji Yaoxue and Bai Yuhan exclaimed.
It was another supreme-grade spirit weapon!
Furthermore, it was a rare defensive supreme-grade spirit weapon!
The contours of the robe seemed as though it was custom-made for Ji Yaoxue.
At that moment, Bai Yuhan was no longer envious, she was jealous!
That was way too extravagant!
Who would gift a supreme-grade spirit weapon right off the bat?
Ji Yaoxue lowered her head and pretended to size up the robe in her hands. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her heart was in a mess.
When he noticed Ji Yaoxue's expression, Su Zimo frowned slightly.
The reason why he gave her the robe was because he saw Ji Yaoxue as a good friend. Furthermore, Ji Yaoxue was indebted to him and the Su family.
Su Zimo did not want to cause Ji Yaoxue to misunderstand.
Pondering for a moment, Su Zimo said in a seemingly casual manner, "I happened to buy some thousand-year-old heavenly silkworm silk a while ago and used it to refine three robes. Apart from you, Xiaoning and Nien Qi have them as well. "
When she heard that, Ji Yaoxue's eyes dimmed.
However, Ji Yaoxue recovered before long. By the time she raised her head, she was already smiling. "Thank you."
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