He quietly lifted some of the hood and looked up, following that warm feeling.
He saw Mu Daxian with arms slightly spread, holding a light bulb in each hand.
That warm feeling was coming from the light bulbs!
Mu Daxian's mouth murmured, as if chanting some ancient verses. This magical rhythm seemed to soothe the Sneering Angels, intoxicating them.
However, Mu Daxian seemed to be suffering. His complexion turned pale at a visibly fast rate, as if maintaining this state was a highly burdensome operation for him.
"Brother Xian, he...?!"
Mao Feiyang stared blankly at this scene.
At that moment, he seemed to hear Mu Daxian's voice, "Idiot, stop looking. Did you really think I would let you face the angels alone?"
Mao Feiyang felt as if struck by lightning. He was stunned and then understood that it indeed was Mu Daxian talking to him, but while doing so, he had to pretend to be mumbling to himself!
"So awesome, next time will it be your turn to face the angels alone?"
