The human girl opened her eyes and looked at the little boy before her, who seemed no older than six or seven. Her frightened eyes blinked softly.
Xiao Mo gripped the other's wrist, calmly looking at the Demon Race boy.
'If I recall correctly,' Xiao Mo thought, 'this boy's young master is Chen Jue, the Eldest Prince of the Celestial Demon Country.'
"Xiao Mo! What do you think you're doing?" the Demon Race Cultivator named Wang Zhong demanded, glaring coldly at Xiao Mo.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Xiao Mo said, his tone placid. "Cold Mountain Academy forbids the unprovoked abuse and harm of the Human Race. Furthermore, killing for any reason is strictly prohibited. Are you trying to break the academy's rules?"
As he finished speaking, Xiao Mo's grip tightened.
A jolt of pain shot through Wang Zhong's hand, forcing him to release the stone he was holding. It clattered to the ground.
Xiao Mo shoved his arm away, sending Wang Zhong stumbling back several steps.
