Xuanyuan Wuji's words just came out, and he handed the unconscious Han Zifeng directly to Mo Ze.
Mo Ze, though a bit surprised, caught Han Zifeng without hesitation.
At just a glance, the Lord of Youhai was somewhat unsettled.
"Eh, how could it be? Isn't he..."
Mo Ze stared at the occasional emergence of the Underworld Bloom on Han Zifeng's forehead, his jaw dropping in astonishment.
This reaction from Mo Ze was something Xuanyuan Wuji had anticipated long ago. Xuanyuan Wuji said nothing, merely casting a complicated glance at Han Zifeng before turning away, clearly intending to leave.
Xuanyuan Wuji's attitude only made Mo Ze more shocked.
"Hey, do you trust me so much? Aren't you worried that I might do something to him..."
Mo Ze shouted at Xuanyuan Wuji's back.
As soon as Mo Ze spoke, Xuanyuan Wuji's footsteps paused for a moment, but he quickly sped eastward again.
Before leaving, Xuanyuan Wuji's cold and indifferent voice reached Mo Ze's ears once again.
