"An expert?" Mo Qi's lips curled into a cold sneer.
'So sending people to cause trouble didn't work, and now you're going to do it yourself?'
"Since you're here, show yourself!"
Mo Qi's voice rang out, echoing above the restaurant.
SWOOSH!
As soon as his voice fell, a figure appeared before Mo Qi. It was an old man with a ruddy complexion who sized Mo Qi up and down, his eyes filled with surprise and appreciation.
Mo Qi recognized the old man. He was an Honored Elder of the Void Sect. The two had met after Mo Qi's battle with Wang Hao.
At the time, this man had been keen on taking Liu Hui as a disciple and had completely disregarded Mo Qi. He had even joined several other Elders in threatening him.
Even after Yang Ming's reminder, the old man had still made a harsh vow: he would rather die than beg Mo Qi for help.
"To think you could detect my presence. A young hero indeed." The ruddy-faced old man stroked his beard, full of admiration.
