She did not look at the man from where she was sitting, as though he wasn’t there at all.
Mo Xuanzun’s look was cold – an expression that was not seen on him very often, unless he was angered. And he was angered now. His eyes glittering with a cold look.
Feng Bucang, lying on the floor like a dead dog felt that his entire body was about to fall apart. He couldn’t move so he could only looked at Mo Xuanzun with a sidelong glance. His eyes filled with anger and fear.
“Shi xiong Mo…”
“…..” Mo Xuanzun, who had sipping his tea, didn’t even bother to take a look in that direction.
The entire small living room was eerily quiet. The atmosphere was cold and suffocating. A bone-chilling coldness creeped up Feng Bucang and he slowly because more awake.
His shi xiong Mo, sitting in front of him, was no longer the man he remembered to be friendly and warm. He was like a complete stranger to him right now.
“Shi xiong Mo….” Said Feng Bucang again.
Finally, Mo Xuanzun looked in the direction of the voice but his look was sharp like that of swords, as though he wanted to stab him repeatedly with a sword if only he could.
“Who are you? Have we met?” His sword-like brows furrowed and on his handsome face was covered in a deep layer of coldness. He looked at him like a stranger, like he truly didn’t know him at all.
“I…..” Feng Bucang looked shameful and guilty, but he felt more shame and anger. Yet he dare not let that shown in front of Mo Xuanzun!
Thinking how he had inadvertently offended him, he also felt a shred of regret. Gritted his teeth, he said, “Shi xiong Mo, my name is Feng Bucang. I am a disciple of Clan of Magical Swords!”
“Oh….” Said Mo Xuanzun callously. Then, casually, he asked, “And?”
“….”
Feng Bucang was surprised and angry. He finally couldn’t hold out anymore but spit out a mouthful of blood and lost conscious. He had passed out from anger!
“You think he died?”