It's finished, I said too much at once.
Mo Hua's eyes, innocent yet profound, dazzling as the stars, insightful as candlelight, stared at Lord Yellow Mountain.
Lord Yellow Mountain felt uneasy under the gaze.
"Cough, it's... just that I've lived... a bit longer…"
Lord Yellow Mountain quickly organized his thoughts, "Deities have long lifespans. This Kushan is uninhabited, with a desolate temple, just a Minor Mountain God dwelling here without disturbance. Time just seems to pass by, adding a bit more to one's life."
"And then later, sigh... if it weren't for my missteps that led to your Sect's elders severing my foundation, I wouldn't have fallen to such a state..."
Lord Yellow Mountain sighed, feigning a look of dejection.
Mo Hua suddenly felt slightly embarrassed.
Although it was not him who severed Lord Yellow Mountain, it had been the action of a predecessor from his Taixu Gate.