For he was merely hesitating, wavering, pondering when Xingxing might see him.
At that time, his intention was simply to see, to find out what right Moh Li had to take Xingxing and leave the Death Desert.
Seeing him being plotted against at that moment, he was even pleased, happy, thinking it was great.
Without Moh Li, Xingxing surely wouldn't be that upset.
But he never expected that their fates would be intertwined.
"Xingxing, why are the two of you connected by fate?"
He wished so much that the person connected by fate to Xingxing was himself, not this Moh Li.
What was so good about this Moh Li, what was good about him?
"Because I was nearly killed time after time, if Moh Li hadn't chosen to link his fate with mine, I would have died long ago.
How much blood can a person have? As someone who studies medicine, don't you know that?
So do you think I could have survived in the Death Desert then?"
Naturally, I could not, Han Feng knew better than anyone.
