A beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping Mo Wen's body. The next moment, he had disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was on the altar.
When the six people who had remained on the altar awaiting the result saw Mo Wen walk out from the mysterious space, they frantically looked over in his direction. Their eyes were full of anxious inquiry. The result of the task affected the interests of everyone: nearly all of them would be concerned.
"Mo Wen, how did it go?" Gao Hanshan asked, unable to help himself.
If Mo Wen had failed, not only would they all fail the entire task, but it would cause a lot of trouble for Mo Wen. At the very least, Bu Xingyi's distortion of the facts could cause many human ancient martial art practitioners to hate Mo Wen.
