Others might not have been able to see Mo Qi's movements clearly, but the Immortal Ancestor could.
The Ghost-faced Flower was tossed up and fell in a process that perhaps lasted only two or three seconds, yet within that time, Mo Qi had swung his knife an astonishing thirty-seven thousand, six hundred, and thirty-two times!
And not a single one of those cuts was wasted.
In the Immortal Ancestor's perception, the toxic parts of the Ghost-faced Flower had been forcibly hewn away by Mo Qi, one cut at a time.
What surprised the Immortal Ancestor even more than the sheer number of cuts was that with every single swing, Mo Qi could precisely find the dividing line between the toxin and the miraculous medicine on the Ghost-faced Flower's petals.
