In contrast, as Bao Yue just felt relieved.
"Great Elder."
A voice rang out.
Huang Su and Chen Mo walked over one after the other.
"Where have you been? Haven't seen you for so long." Feng Nian hadn't answered yet, and the nearby Feng Ying, holding his empty left sleeve, looked at Chen Mo with resentment.
He believed Chen Mo bore a significant responsibility for his current predicament.
After all, they were a team. Huang Su was struck by Iron Teeth and fled; that's understandable. But you, Chen Mo, had neither lost an arm nor suffered an injury — why did you run? If you had been there earlier, blocked just a bit for me, my left arm wouldn't have been lost.
Previously, Feng Ying was always calling Chen Mo a little benefactor with a pleasant demeanor, apart from showing face to Huang Yi and having no conflict of interest with Chen Mo, who had not harmed Feng Ying's interests.
But now, he paid the price of losing an arm for the Spirit Fruit.
