The beast-clad youth's tone was temperate, but it made everyone's heart pound in terror.
As expected of someone from the Jinglian Saint Institute, he was far too domineering. A single word from him could decide the life or death of an entire sect.
Countless eyes stared at Mo Qianwu, waiting to see what he would choose.
Some gloated over his predicament, while others furrowed their brows in concern.
Beads of sweat appeared on Mo Qianwu's face.
If it were just him, he wouldn't have to think twice. But as a Sect Leader, he was responsible for the lives of his people.
"Old Mo, I appreciate the thought, but a mere Jinglian Saint Institute is nothing I'd lose sleep over." Not wanting to put Mo Qianwu in a difficult position, Lin Hao leaped onto the Wind and Cloud Platform and clapped him on the shoulder.
Mo Qianwu looked up, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes.
Lin Hao naturally understood his dilemma and simply gave a small, unconcerned smile.
