Mo Wuji said gravely, "He should have sought me out. Many years ago, an inexplicable fellow intercepted and ambushed me.
Thinking back now, the avenue that the one who ambushed me cultivated seemed to contain a kind of Mortal Dao rhythm in it."
Ding Huan frowned, "Wuji, if Xin Changkong personally seeks you, I fear it will be difficult for you to retreat unscathed."
Mo Wuji did not feel that Ding Huan was exaggerating, "At the time, my feeling was that the fellow clearly couldn't threaten me in terms of strength.
Yet I had an intense sense of danger, and I didn't know where that danger was coming from.
Strangely, the sense of threat abruptly vanished later, and the fellow who intercepted me also slipped into the Void, leaving no trace.
Thinking about it now, that person who intercepted me is likely connected to Xin Changkong; it's possible he sent someone to hold me back, then Xin Changkong would attack me."
