As Zhou Xuan finished speaking, Mo Tingsheng's face turned ashen. He asked, "You still haven't killed Mr. Feng?"
"If Mr. Feng were dead, how would I use the Causality Tattoo Map to find you?"
"I… I don't want to see Mr. Feng."
Mo Tingsheng lowered his head.
"You think you can choose not to see him? Right now, you're fish on the chopping block, and I'm holding the knife."
Zhou Xuan grabbed Mo Tingsheng with one hand and started walking downstairs. After only a step or two, Miss Qiang's consciousness slipped back into his Secret Realm.
"Ah Xuan, I've returned. The Painter already knows Mo Tingsheng's plan. He intends to use Space Law to patrol Mingjiang Prefecture."
"Miss Qiang, I have some news. Unsure if it's suitable to share or not."
"What news?"
"Uh…" Zhou Xuan momentarily couldn't find the words to speak.
"Ah Xuan, if you want to say something, just come right out with it, will you?"
