"Mo Hua?"
"Yes," Wenren Wei nodded, then pointed to the chaos in the inner room and said solemnly, "I've seen Young Master Mo draw similar Formations, and I've seen him dispel chilling Evil Qi before. Though I don't know how he actually does it, I reckon he has a few tricks—or perhaps he knows some secrets. Maybe, just maybe, he can save Young Master Changhuai..."
There were things Wenren Wei didn't say outright.
But he remembered them clearly.
Back when Mo Hua kept vigil for Young Master Yu and drove away the Evil Spirit, the chilling Evil Qi he sensed was, in truth, several times thicker than it is today.
And it wasn't just one burst of energy.
Continuous, never-ending waves of Evil Qi washed in like an endless tide, making his heart pound.
Yet Young Master Mo, with his thin frame, stood before Young Master Yu, unmoving as a mountain.
One man guards the pass, a thousand evils cannot cross.
That scene is burned into his mind.
Wenren Wan frowned.
