But luckily the original owner of his body kept a low profile. He was not endowed with a Martial Spirit, didn’t take much interest in the martial fights, and barely showed up to any martial activities organized by the Merchant Union. Therefore, there was no way that Mo Yanyu would ever recognize him. Otherwise, Shi Yan wouldn’t have been this lucky.
As night fell, the moon was like a silver plate floating in the dark sky, accompanied by several sparkling stars.
The Mo family troop was camping and resting by the river. The ground dragon was resting quietly with only the sound of its heavy breathing permeating the air. The Mo family warriors were gorging themselves on dried meat and laughing aloud in a perverted way, exchanging gossip about some notorious whores in a Merchant Union’s brothel.