The moment Mo Yang saw Sikong Jing, his anger disappeared without a trace, not even a droplet to be found.
His first thought was, "Ghosts!"
His second thought was, how is he still alive, how could he possibly have survived among millions of Xia Country's troops?
His third thought...
In fact, there were no more thoughts; his mind had become completely chaotic, thundering incessantly.
The whole courtyard quieted for a moment, and except for Sikong Jing, everyone looked at Mo Yang in confusion.
Finally, Duan Chun was the first to react, quickly asking, "Lord Mo, are you alright?"
Naturally, Duan Chun didn't think Mo Yang had been frightened to his knees by Sikong Jing; he thought it was due to his old age, suddenly causing his legs to give out.
And Duan Chun's voice immediately startled Mo Yang, who tried to stand but couldn't muster any strength, his legs really had gone weak. He could only say in a hoarse voice to Duan Chun, "Help me up quickly."
