Dongmen Buju's eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of madness.
The sneer at the corner of his mouth was terrifying.
Mo Ningxiang in front of him was like a lamb facing a tiger, doomed to have her bones extracted and blood drunk.
Although Dongmen Buju had a smile on his face, there was deep hatred behind that smile.
Mo Ningxiang couldn't have climbed the mountain without anticipating such a scenario.
Even if she couldn't foresee it, someone from the Xuan Clan surely could.
Yet she still ventured into danger alone.
This action made everyone both admire her and secretly worry for her.
"Why is the Mo Clan Leader so slow, could it be you're afraid of an old man like me? I'm not going to eat you, why be scared?"
Dongmen Buju said leisurely, his attitude quite calm.
The moment Dongmen Buju calms down, it means things have become worse.
If Mo Ningxiang had already appeared and Dongmen Buju shouted at her, perhaps there would still be room for reprieve.
But now.
