Mo Fushui and the others didn't dare say much. They quickly prepared wine and food for Qin Yi.
Qin Yi, satisfied from eating and drinking, wiped his mouth and prepared to leave.
"Young Master Qin, our ancestor is seriously injured. How about you rest for a moment, let us tend to his wounds before you go?" Mo Fushui said cautiously.
"Heal my ass, for a powerhouse in the Body Integration Realm, this kind of injury is like an ant bite."
Mo Qingyun's bloodied head looked gruesome, though the injuries weren't severe; they were just painful.
Mo Fushui and the others twitched involuntarily; an ant bite? What kind of ant could bite this harshly?
Qin Yi lifted Mo Qingyun like carrying a torn sack and left. Outside, he took off directly, disappearing in a blink.
The Mo family's elders were left worried, their ancestor, a strong figure in the Body Integration Realm, carried off like this, would surely rage upon waking.
...
The next day at noon, Qin Yi arrived at Baihua Pavilion.
