Gu Long held the hand covering his mouth and lowered it slowly. "Mo Sheng?"
"Hm?" He Yuan said as he began to walk away.
Gu Long's eyes widened even further as he quickly held He Yuan's sleeves and whispered, "What are you doing?"
He Yuan turned back with furrowed brows. "Issuing a challenge of course."
Gu Long's heart palpitated fiercely. Did Mo Sheng not find anything wrong with his words? Did he not see who he was issuing a challenge to? What if a mishap happened? The hand holding He Yuan's sleeves tightened. "Come back, let me fight instead."
He Yuan rolled his eyes. Gu Long was at the early stage of Nascent soul. Mo Jiu would scrub the floor of the stage with the man's face if he went up. "It's okay," He said and patted Gu Long's head before walking off.
Gu Long watched as He Yuan walked away and began pacing around in worry. The words the other cultivators began spewing did not help either.
