Crack—
Several crisp cracking sounds emanated from Jia Weiting and Li Yinghai.
Mao Yanqing's expression was heavy, instinctively wanting to intervene, but ultimately refrained, as these spiritual waves were not intentionally aimed at Li Yinghai, only swept over him as an aftershock.
Of course, it's hard to say whether these aftershocks weren't deliberately directed.
Glancing at Li Yinghai, caught in a dazed state by the aftershock, Mao Yanqing remained unfazed, thinking it's good for him to learn a lesson.
Understanding the disparity between them, he would be less likely to entertain delusions in the future.
As for Jia Weiting at this moment...
No one knows when, but tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees with a thud, sobbing and confessing one sin after another he committed in the past.
Mao Yanqing didn't even spare a glance.
In the eyes of a Heavenly Person, such people are no different from dogs.
