Mo's fist was swiftly nearing Baili Xia's shoulder.
Everyone was watching, stupefied, with their breaths seemingly paused.
Even though Da Hei was rushing over, without Baili Xia dodging or pushing, it was too late for him to save her.
Just when that fist was about to land on Baili Xia's shoulder, Baili Xia softly called out, "Zimo."
Whoosh, Mo's fist abruptly stopped, stopping merely a half inch away from Baili Xia's shoulder.
She stared at Baili Xia, without blinking.
In her deep, dark eyes, surprise and confusion slowly welled up.
Da Hei had already arrived at their side, just about to strike at Mo.
However, Baili Xia shouted loudly, "Don't touch her!"
Da Hei retracted his foot, and forcefully pulled back his fist.
All eyes, all gazes, were gathered upon Mo and Baili Xia in an instant.
Do these two people...know each other? But why did they look at each other with such unfamiliarity?
However, beneath the unfamiliarity, there seemed to be something stirring.
