The Wolf Demon's meaning was simple. Mo Qi had been so dazzling today, his techniques and trump cards so unheard-of and powerful, that he was certain to be coveted by other humans.
The Immortals from the Hall of Envoys, in particular, would likely leverage their immense power and superior status to make a move on Mo Qi and seize his secrets.
After all, the greed of the Human Race and their love for infighting were famous among all species.
"Only the mediocre escape envy," Mo Qi said with a smile. "Besides, to be targeted by so many powerful Immortals... I feel quite honored."
The Wolf Demon was stunned, asking in surprise, "You know they won't let you go?"
Mo Qi shrugged. "Does it matter?"
Since he dared to display so many of his abilities in front of everyone, he must have been confident he could get away unscathed.
The Wolf Demon quickly came to the same conclusion, and its estimation of Mo Qi rose yet again.
