"That was a close call."
The three of them huddled together. Xuanyuan Quanlong was still trembling with fear. If Mo Fang had been truly fearless and engaged him in a fight, it would have been hard to predict how long he could have held his ground.
"How did it go, Sister Zi Yue? Wasn't I amazing?"
Qing Yuan leaned toward Zi Yue and sought praise.
"You..."
Zi Yue playfully pinched Qing Yuan's nose, and they shared a laugh.
"You three are quite formidable opponents."
Mo Fang, emerging from the rubble, spoke, his eyes brimming with a manic intensity. This was his true power on display.
"Be careful, he's lost his sanity."
Xuanyuan Quanlong once again stepped in front of Zi Yue and Qing Yuan, the pressure he emitted palpable.
Meanwhile, Qin Shu was walking with Feng Laojiu around the village.
"What's this for?" Qin Shu inquired, pointing to a stone statue over two meters tall in the center of the village.
