Three thousand years ago, Mo Yun alone forged the imperial weapon Ping She Bi and presented it to a ruler who brought peace to an era. 。,"Then I'll leave, Mo Yun. Take care of yourself!"Jia Xi gave Mo Yun one last look, her eyes filled with worry 。,Now that his physical body has lost its crucial spirit bone, he is not only grievously wounded but also unable to cultivate. 。。