Feng Qingshui stood there with the demeanor of a fox pretending to be a tiger. Although there was no tiger to support him, he was, after all, an old fox, making these soldiers mistakenly believe he harbored a tiger within.
Mo Ningxiang was a bit bewildered, not understanding what Feng Qingshui meant.
"Come here quickly."
Seeing the soldiers starting to fear him, cautiously opening a path for them to leave, Feng Qingshui was anxious as Mo Ningxiang continued to dawdle.
Mo Kun understood Feng Qingshui's intention, quickly pushing Mo Ningxiang to Feng Qingshui's side.
"Go first, I'll cover the rear."
Feng Qingshui leaned close to their ears, whispering.
"No, if we go, we go together." Mo Ningxiang immediately protested.
How could they leave Feng Qingshui behind!
He was so gravely injured now, clearly on the verge of exhaustion, his strength depleted. Leaving Feng Qingshui behind at this moment would be tantamount to dooming him.
Absolutely impossible.
