Mr. Su Bai approached menacingly, while Mu Nan simply stood in place, watching as Mr. Su Bai advanced towards him. Mu Nan, covered in rotting flesh, bore none of the composure or elegance that Mr. Su Bai remembered him having, appearing somewhat decadent, yet his overall presence was not overshadowed in the least. This demeanor could be called calm, or perhaps, it could be seen as "swelling one's face to fill out a fat person."
"Sigh..."
A fierce gust of wind roared in and struck Mu Nan, who was already severely injured and extremely weak. As a result, he was knocked to the ground.
It truly was the case: "A gust of wind and he collapses."
"Ah..."
Sighing, Mu Nan appeared somewhat helpless. For a powerhouse, losing strength was often the most torturous aspect of the disparity one felt. Compared to this sense of disparity, everything else seemed insignificant.
However, Mu Nan soon smiled and spoke to someone invisible beside him, "Did you see that?"
