Lin Fan and Diwu Yun'er left.
Mo Qian was still lying on the ground, groaning in pain, clutching his face and rolling around, acting as if he were on the verge of death.
After a while.
The soldiers finally snapped back to reality and quickly gathered around.
Countless eyes looked at Mo Qian with concern.
"General Mo Qian, are you all right?"
"General, Lin Fan has already left."
"General, should we retreat?"
"General Lin Fan has headed to Wentian City, shouldn't we follow?"
As soon as Lin Fan was mentioned to be gone,
Mo Qian immediately stopped groaning.
He opened his hands and saw countless heads looking at him, craning their necks.
"What are you all doing?!"
He sprang up like a carp flipping out of water.
The soldiers were startled and scattered in all directions.
After exchanging glances, they realized that Mo Qian was faking death!
When Lin Fan was present earlier, he pretended to be seriously injured and collapsed on the ground.
