The Sword of Sun and Moon

The youngster had spoken as though he looked down upon the whole world. His eyes were ice cold, his expression arrogant.

He was good-looking. People could see his perfect figure although he was sitting on his tiger.

He was wearing a white robe and looked intelligent, like he was at the height of his youth and vigor.

"Mo Li! It's Mo Li!"

"Ranked seventh on the Prince List and 54th on the Eternal Flame List, he's a genius!"

"The third young master of the Mos!"

The people held hostage didn't care even a little bit about their own situation, but looked at Mo Li excitedly with appreciation and worship.

Even Tan Yun and Li Xin stopped fighting. Both of them were sending lustful glances at him.

Shui Sheng was the only one who thought about Mo Li's words and felt worried for Jiang Chen.