Nie Tian suddenly remembered that Mo Qinglei, who he had met in the Shatter Battlefield, was the son of the Heavenly Thunder Sect’s sectmaster.

Back then, he had gone through dangers with him, and eventually had to part ways with him and let him fend for himself.

Now that years had passed, he still didn’t know whether he had escaped from Yuan Jiuchuan or not.

“You know the Heavenly Thunder Sect, don’t you?” Yang Fan asked with a surprised look on his face. “I thought you did. After all, Mo Qianfan, the current sectmaster of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, is your grand elder’s cousin. It’s just that from what I’ve learned, Mo Heng doesn’t have much contact with Mo Qianfan or the Mo Clan anymore.”

“Mo Qianfan is Grand Elder Mo Heng’s cousin?” Nie Tian asked, looking surprised.

Instead of answering right away, Yang Fan spread his soul awareness through the starry river in an attempt to establish communication with the ancient starships from the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

After a while, Yang Fan’s eyes snapped open. “Mo...