The red smoke signaled withdrawal.
The direction from which it rose was right in front of Mo Shangjun. The lingering smoke shrouded her figure, her outline faint and indistinct.
A multitude of eyes looked over.
Surprise, astonishment, and confusion were all that remained in their depths.
Just a moment ago, Yan Gui had been relieved that he wouldn't have to bleed heavily, but the next moment his mind went blank, hardly able to think at all.
Under the watchful eyes of all, Mo Shangjun emerged from the smoke and stood under the sun. She squinted her eyes and swept a glance over the surrounding people.
"Momo, did a donkey kick you in the head?"
Yan Gui blinked incredulously, and even the voice in which he asked was filled with nothing but pure confusion.
He just wanted to know—
Why would Mo Shangjun, who was fine, choose to withdraw?
"No," Mo Shangjun shrugged nonchalantly.
Yan Gui stared with wide eyes, "Then why did you withdraw?"
