Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Mo City, formerly known as Ugo City, was originally just a small city on the border of the Magnolia Empire, far away from the prosperous center of the empire, and unknown. Until hundreds of years ago, a holy magician appeared here and completely changed the fate of this city. Since then, Mo City has embarked on a road of prosperity and development. Now it has developed into a prosperous city comparable to major cities in the empire, not inferior at all.

The Holy Mage who changed the fate of Wugo City was Mo Lan. Under his influence, this remote town rose rapidly, and Wugo City was officially renamed Mo City.

In the center of Mo City, a huge and imposing mansion rises from the ground. It stands quietly, exuding a solemn atmosphere. Years have passed, and torrents have rolled by, but they have not been able to dilute its majesty.

Just like this mansion, even though hundreds of years have passed, the legend of Mo Lan has never disappeared from people's mouths. Instead, it has been given more mysterious and charming colors as it has been passed down from generation to generation, becoming a legendary chapter of Mo City that will never end.

In the courtyard of the iconic mansion in Meaux, Mo Lan, who created the city legend, was lying on a lounge chair in the sun. The breeze blew his long blue hair, which was like a flowing galaxy. His handsome face was as smooth as jade, without any trace of time. It was impossible to imagine that he had experienced hundreds of years in the world.

However, when your eyes touch him, you can feel a deep sense of vicissitudes from his occasional expressions and aura. It is the heaviness that has settled over the long years, silently telling the magnificent past.

Mo Lan lay comfortably on the recliner, and the beauty behind him stretched out her soft hands to gently massage him. While enjoying this comfort, he opened his mouth to take the fruit fed by the beauty beside him. At this moment, a graceful figure stepped into the courtyard.

The person who came walked with light steps, his waist swaying like a water snake in the wind. Every step was graceful and instantly attracted Mo Lan's attention, making his eyes light up.

The woman swung her willow waist and sat directly on Mo Lan's thigh. Then her charming and seductive voice rang out: "Great-grandfather, there is a kid named Aatrox outside. He said he wants to visit you."

Mo Lan's face was full of impatience and he waved his hand casually, "No see, no see. These must be some young people who come here because of my reputation and want me to teach them magic. Compared with this, I care more about you, Xiaoya. Come, let your great-grandfather see if you have gained weight recently." As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged the woman in his arms tightly and pinched her cheek affectionately.

Over the years, countless people came to Mo Lan to ask him to teach them magic, and many enthusiastic students wanted to become his disciples. However, without exception, he declined all of them. Now when he heard that someone else came to visit, Mo Lan subconsciously thought that they were no different from the previous ones. Although the name "Aatrox" sounded familiar to him, he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

After all, at this moment, all his thoughts were attracted by the charming woman in his arms. The faint fragrance of the woman lingered in his nose, and the smile between her eyebrows and eyes made Mo Lan indulge in it. How could he have the leisure to care about the person who wanted to see him outside the door?

The woman blushed and said coquettishly, "Great grandfather is so annoying. How can Xiaoya be fat? But the kid outside the door said he is from Ernst College. Great grandfather, why don't you go meet him?"

As she spoke, she gently slapped away Mo Lan's "bad" hand on her chest, and then she put on a serious face. Everyone knows that Ernst College is famous throughout the continent, and any student who graduated from there will have unlimited future achievements. This person named Aatrox may not be simple either.

"So what if he's from Ernst College?" Mo Lan curled his lips in disdain, his tone full of disapproval. But then, as if something had suddenly struck him, his eyes suddenly focused, a look of doubt appeared on his face, and he hurriedly asked, "Huh? You said his name is Aatrox?" "Yes, the kid introduced himself as coming from Ernst College, and his name is Aatrox."

Seeing Mo Lan's strong reaction, the woman put away her usual coquettish demeanor and repeated with a serious face, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She didn't understand what was so special about this Aatrox that could surprise her usually calm great-grandfather so much.

"Ernst Academy, Aatrox, could it be him?" Mo Lan frowned, thinking to himself. He naturally knew the genius Aatrox who had recently become famous in the continent. This was an extraordinary figure. He had broken through to become a seventh-level magician at the age of ten. Such talent had never been seen since ancient times. Even the empire's highly respected high priest asserted that Aatrox had the qualifications to become a god.

"Could it be that this genius wants to become my disciple? Well... it's not impossible to accept such a super genius as a disciple." Mo Lan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he was very excited. After all, this is the first genius that Yulan Continent has never seen before. If he can really accept him as his disciple, who among the Saint Domain masters of the entire continent will not look at him with envy? By then, his reputation will probably rise to a higher level, and he may even leave a strong mark in the inheritance of magic.

Thinking of the promising prospects, Mo Lan could no longer suppress his excitement and spoke quickly:
"Invite him in quickly."

There was a hint of urgency in his voice, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but sit up straight, his eyes full of anticipation.

Hearing Mo Lan's order, the woman was slightly stunned at first, obviously not expecting that her great-grandfather, who had just looked impatient, would suddenly change his attitude. However, she did not ask any more questions, nodded quickly, and stood up lightly to leave the courtyard.

As she turned around, a glimmer of curiosity flashed in her eyes. As far as she could remember, this was the first time she saw her great-grandfather so excited.

Who is this young man named Aatrox that can make this old man so excited?
With this curiosity in mind, she twisted her slender waist and walked out of the courtyard, ready to greet the mysterious visitor.

Not long after, Mo Lan finally got to see the most famous genius in the continent. However, when Aatrox stepped into the courtyard, the man who came in with him made Mo Lan startled. His eyes suddenly felt sour and painful. The man in front of him looked familiar, and those unbearable memories that had been sealed away by the years suddenly flooded into his mind like a tide.

"You, you, you..." Mo Lan's fingers trembled constantly as they pointed directly at Zoe. A hint of fear flashed across his face, as if the person standing in front of him was a murderous ghost.

The next second, he turned around in panic, staggering on his feet, wanting only to escape from this terrifying place as quickly as possible. The Saint Mage's usual dignity and composure disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)