Pan Wuyan and her companion glanced at Qin Feiyang, then at Mo Wushen, their hands involuntarily gripping tighter. Their faces were even more somber than before, yet they hesitated to make a move or break their silence. Because it was obvious that Mo Wushen was at his peak, they felt slightly intimidated. Most importantly, Qin Feiyang was watchfully lurking nearby. If they really started to fight, Qin Feiyang would inevitably be the biggest winner in the end.
Mo Wushen also glanced at Qin Feiyang with profound meaning, then turned his gaze to Pan Wuyan and her companion, saying, "We've already torn away all pretense, yet you still hesitate over this and that. What's the sense in that?"
"Torn away all pretense!"
The crowd was secretly taken aback. What exactly had happened in the Spirit Cloud Mountain Range to make Mo Wushen so hostile toward Pan Wuyan and her companion?
"What's the use of acting so brazen now? Only the one who laughs last is the true winner," Pan Wuyan sneered.
