Looking at her long hair, Mo Zhi noticed a glaringly large cut.
Mo Zhi not only rolled her eyes, but also cursed inwardly: You're the capable one, you're the high and mighty one, you're the formidable one!
In order to successfully infiltrate these people, Dragon Spirit needed to establish an image of a stoic master.
Mo Zhi, who had long since embarked on the Righteous Path and almost become a Quasi-Ghost Emperor, deliberately lowered her status to cooperate with Dragon Spirit in a dramatized act of drawing swords to help the oppressed.
Everything was fine at first; she only wanted to scare these people a little. But Dragon Spirit played seriously, with such ruthless moves!
If it weren't for her quick reaction, she'd have half her head chopped off.
At this moment, Mo Zhi seriously suspected that Dragon Spirit was taking personal revenge!
Those people were still expressing their gratitude, and Mo Zhi truly didn't understand why they had so much to say.
