Jie Kong turned his head quietly, turning his back to her.
After getting dressed, Jie Kong adjusted his lapels before standing in front of Mo Shu again.
Mo Shu seemed distracted, resting her chin in her hand, lost in thought.
It wasn't until Jie Kong's shadow fell over her head, blocking out the surrounding light, that she snapped back to reality and stood up, "Let's go."
The toxin in Jie Kong's body was no small matter. Mo Shu wondered if, without dispelling the poison, Jie Kong's martial arts would all melt away like water, disappearing completely?
After rising, Mo Shu bid farewell to the doctor and naturally supported Jie Kong's hand.
Realizing what Mo Shu intended, Jie Kong subtly withdrew his hand and said, "I can walk on my own."
Mo Shu didn't mind, tapping the tip of her foot, she said, "Then hurry up."
Mo Shu's Qinggong had always been impressive, and at that moment, Jie Kong silently admired it.
