With each hand formation made, beads of sweat appeared on Han Yanâs forehead, looking very strained.
Indeed, it was quite strenuous. To save some face for Shen Moce and the others, she couldnât appear too relaxed, right? Otherwise, no one would believe her. So Han Yan forced herself to reverse the Qi with great difficulty, sweating profusely and turning pale.
Being a god-man isnât that easy after all. Han Yan understood the hardships Qu the Godman must have gone through to have a head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles.
The same fine sweat appeared on Mo Gaoyiâs forehead: Who is this kid? It seems that the Star Divination Technique is very impressive. Could I really fall into his hands this time? The unease in his heart grew stronger.
Shen Moce and the others looked at "Master Mu" with admiration and wonder, their envious gazes making Mu the God feel ashamed.
Finally, Han stopped her hands.
"South of the city, hundreds of miles away, the ancient road," Han Yan said concisely. As a god-man, she couldnât just tell them plainly that Mo Yanhong was in Fang Village, right? A bit of mystery had to be maintained.
Of course, compared to an average god-man, her words were already quite clear.
Hearing Han Yanâs words, Mo Gaoyiâs face turned extremely ugly: Impossible, impossible. How could he do what even Shen Moce and the four others couldnât?
It must be a wild guess, yes, just a wild guess, which is also a common trick of god-men, Mo Gaoyi comforted himself. Although to those like Han Yan and Huayue who knew the inside story, her words were more than clear, to Mo Gaoyi, the range seemed too vast and likely just a wild guess.
"Iâll go now." Mo Gaoli had waited too long for this moment, and immediately got up to leave.
"You stay, Iâll go," Mo Qingkuang said unarguably, showing how much he valued this junior.
Once outside, Mo Qingkuang leaped up, disappearing in the blink of an eye like an arrow leaving the bow.
Secretly, Han Yan clicked her tongue. Being a former Sword Saint, she knew how fast the Wind Control Skill could be. Mo Family Ancestorâs speed was more than ten times faster than hers back then.
"Not bad at all, this little guy," the voice of Star Illusion Thousand Machine echoed in Han Yanâs mind, "much better than you, a rookie."
Alright, alright, Iâm a rookie. He lived for three hundred years, in your eyes heâs a little guy. How long have I lived? If you compare my strength with his, of course, Iâm a rookie.
"No, not even a chicken. Youâre a fledgling." Star Illusion Thousand Machine continued to trample Han Yanâs feelings.
Han Yan: "..."
Yeah, chickens are bigger than birds.
But even Star Illusion Thousand Machine said so, indicating Mo Qingkuangâs strength was indeed formidable, although Han couldnât discern the exact Realm.
Mo Qingkuang didnât return, so others naturally couldnât leave either. They waited while drinking tea.
Of course, everyoneâs expressions were different. Han Yan and Huayue remained calm and confident, while Mo Gaoli was tense and expectant. Shen Moce and Ji Gaoxian were slightly uneasy. Though they greatly admired Han Yan, they were still a bit worried; Mo Yanlinâs disappearance had been prolonged and was hard to calculate accurately. Could Han Yan really be that precise?
If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but itâs Mo Qingkuang today. If he gets excited for nothing, Han Yan might have trouble explaining.
"What you said earlier was a bit too conclusive. Itâs better to leave yourself some room," Ji Gaoxian advised Han Yan in a low voice, drawing on his seasoned god-man experience.
"Indeed, the Heavenly Secret is difficult to predict. Sometimes a mix of truth and falsehood isnât bad either," Shen Moce, the more seasoned god-man, said kindly.
Although Pu Tiandi and Weng Yixiao said nothing, they nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with concern.
"Thank you, masters, for the advice. I will be more cautious in the future," Han Yan showed her gratitude, taking their kindness to heart.
Catching a glimpse of Mo Gaoyi out of the corner of her eye, Han Yan saw that although he sat still, he was evidently as restless as if sitting on pins and needles, eyes full of deep unease.
"Itâs a wild guess, definitely a wild guess, surely canât find it," Mo Gaoyi muttered, fists clenched, constantly praying in his heart, not noticing the scornful smile at the corner of Han Yanâs mouth.
Two hours, four hours...
As time slowly passed, Mo Gaoli became increasingly tense, while Ji Gaoxian, Shen Moce, and the others grew more worried.
With Mo Qingkuangâs strength, he should have been back by now, right? Could he not have found the person?
"If we really got it wrong, we should apologize to Senior Mo later. I think with Senior Moâs status, he wonât hold it against you," Ji Gaoxian said to Han Yan.
"Regardless, our masterâs master has some acquaintance with Senior Mo; we can plead together then. I believe Senior Mo will consider it to some extent," Shen Moce added.
They feared that Han Yan would get Mo Qingkuang unnecessarily excited, angering the legendary senior master. Otherwise, if word got out, no matter how brilliant Han Yanâs Star Divination Technique was, she would never rise to prominence.
But they overthought it. Lady Mu never intended to become a god-man. Even if she got it wrong, it didnât matter. Of course, she never calculated it; everything she said was what she saw with her own eyes. How could it be wrong?
"Humph, can my Meng Familyâs ancestor be so easily fooled? Daring to toy with my Mo Family ancestor, simply courting death." Mo Gaoyi said heavily.
Seeing that his ancestor hadnât returned for so long, he guessed that the person wasnât found, and his hanging heart settled.
Just thinking about how this damn kid made him, the dignified head of the Zong Family, worry for several hours made Mo Gaoyi grind his teeth in resentment. If he didnât teach this ignorant kid a lesson today, his wrath wouldnât be quenched.
Ji Gaoxian and Shen Moceâs faces changed hearing this. Provoking Mo Qingkuangâs displeasure meant that even if he didnât get involved, Mo Gaoyi wouldnât let Han Yan off easily. In that case, not even Mu Beichen could protect him.
Han Yan couldnât help but smile wryly; why did they just assume she got it wrong? Mo Qingkuang hadnât even returned yet.
Although she also found it strange that with Mo Qingkuangâs strength, he hadnât returned for such a long time, she remained confident in her judgment.
"Sorry to keep everyone waiting," Mo Qingkuangâs voice came from the doorway at that moment.
Shortly after, Mo Qingkuang walked in alone, slightly fatigued.
Seeing Mo Qingkuang return, everyone had different expressions and different thoughts.