"What's going on? Why did they all run away?" The returning seniors still couldn't understand what had happened, as in their battle, the result would not be determined for quite some time, with the longest fight lasting three days and nights without any change.
"It's none other than Mo Zhong; people from the Holy Temple were frightened by Mo Zhong." Sun Cheng, the old man, looked speechless, yet he knew this was a good thing since it was all part of Yang Fan's plan.
"What do you mean? What has that old rascal Mo Zhong done?"
"Better ask him yourselves. Ah, people are unpredictable…" Sun Cheng sighed, genuinely unsure of how to explain.
"Mo Zhong, come down here, what the heck happened? What did you do that scared those people away?"
Mo Zhong drifted down, chuckling:
"How should I know? If you can't beat them, just run away!"
