Seeing Qhianqhian's gaze, the golden-eyed man suddenly showed a bit of shrinkage in his eyes, clearly feeling guilty.
Mo, however, was quite calm: "I'll tell you later, it's not convenient now."
Qhianqhian nodded, keeping a wary eye on the man, also striking a defensive posture, suggesting she would act if the man dared to misbehave or attempt to flee.
Soon, Elder Deng returned, and almost as soon as the golden-eyed man saw Elder Deng, he squinted his eyes and took a stance of confrontation.
Even though Elder Deng was used to the scene, he still felt a bit apprehensive for a moment, immediately deciding to stand firm, waving at Qhianqhian, who quickly ran over.
"What's wrong, Grandpa Deng?" Qhianqhian's face was filled with curiosity, yet her eyes carried a hint of a secret smile; usually, Elder Deng, who remains unfazed by powerful auras, was now watching cautiously over this guy.
