"Young Master!"
Seeing Mo Qingshan kicked away, the dozens of experts from the Sun and Moon Temple were seething with rage, but dared not speak out.
After all, how terrifying was the force behind Bailin and them?
"Young Masters, the most important thing right now is to keep hidden and avoid alerting the target," Mo Qingshan said respectfully, his expression unchanged.
"Slap!"
Bailin flashed over, delivering a slap to Mo Qingshan's face. The force was so great that it left Mo Qingshan's cheek red and swollen, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Qingshan was furious, his fists clenched, but he quickly let go.
The Sun and Moon Temple couldn't win. To fight was to doom the Sun and Moon Temple.
"Do I need you to teach me? Do you have that qualification? Are you unclear about your identity?" Bailin asked coldly, his sharp gaze fixed on Mo Qingshan.
"I was wrong." Mo Qingshan said, kneeling once again.
