Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty - '...It's all your fault.

Upon hearing this call, Su Ming'an was slightly stunned.

He looked up and saw a tall, thin figure carrying a long sword, holding a bunch of jasmine flowers, looking at him.

Under the stone pavilion, the young man dressed in ancient-style clothing blended with the surroundings, appearing exceptionally harmonious.

Su Ming'an recognized this person.

In the Sixth World, White Sand Paradise, this was the only presence in the extremely dangerous and oppressive world that made one feel relaxed.

"Big brother, you look so tired," Mo Yan said, "Big brother should rest more, sleep more. It, it really pains me to see you like this..."

His smile remained unchanged, still as ingratiating and heartwarming as ever.

"You... how did you get here?" Su Ming'an remembered the list of competitors, and Mo Yan was definitely not among the top hundred players.