Mo Wentian was seething, but there was nothing he could do. When he had used the Heavenly Concealing Hand earlier, he'd felt his meridians tearing apart. It had all happened too suddenly.
'However, this isn't the time to dwell on why. My meridians are damaged. I have to recover as quickly as possible. Otherwise, when it's my turn to fight, I'll be powerless to resist.'
He pushed through the pain, got to his feet, and retreated, careful not to let anyone notice the change in his condition. Otherwise, the consequences would be a nightmare.
When he returned to his spot, he looked up and found Ye Wushuang staring right at him.
"Are you mocking me?!"
Mo Wentian's expression turned grim as he stared at Ye Wushuang. The look in those eyes was incredibly sharp, like two blades piercing his very soul. 'Is he laughing at me?'
