Mo Wuchen's smile widened by a fraction of an inch. It was a microscopic shift, but to Ji'an's trained eyes, it screamed danger.
'Ah. So this is the "Boss",' Mo Wuchen's inner thoughts purred. 'The one who didn't get into the water. How is he controlling his Qi so easily? Isn't he a newcomer? Looks like he is no easy person. How fascinating. He can see right through me.'
Mo Wuchen pushed off the rock, gliding smoothly through the water until he reached the shallows near the riverbank.
He stood up, the water cascading off his willow-green robes, and walked slowly toward Ji'an.
He moved like a dancer, every step calculated to project harmless vulnerability. He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering slightly, looking up at Ji'an through his wet bangs.
"Senior Brother Lin, is it?" Mo Wuchen's voice trembled perfectly. "I am Mo Wuchen. I am feeling so cold. Do you mind if I share your fire, brother Lin?"
He was close now.
