The air in the tent instantly solidified.
Not a sound could be heard.
A deathly silence.
Feng Qingshui and Mo Kun both had their mouths wide open, their jaws practically falling to their feet, staring at Mo Ningxiang standing at the tent entrance as if they'd seen a ghost.
Terror.
Panic.
Tension.
They quietly watched Mo Ningxiang, not blinking an eye.
Mo Ningxiang quickly walked up to the two of them, her eyebrows slightly furrowed with anger.
Although she had just become the Clan Leader of the Xuan Clan, she already carried an undeniable authority.
That aura was innate, much like her father, Mo Chen.
Feng Qingshui took a deep breath, his eyes twitching fiercely. He never expected Mo Ningxiang would appear in this place.
"Cl... Clan Leader..."
Mo Kun stammered, his body trembling as if powered by a motor.
"Elder Feng, why are you so badly injured?"
However, Mo Ningxiang did not pursue the previous question but shifted the topic to focus on Feng Qingshui's injuries.
