"Alright, clear your mind, let your qi return to your Dantian. Control your body and don't move," Mo Qi said, patting Qian Duoduo on the shoulder.
"Okay."
Following Mo Qi's instructions, Qian Duoduo suppressed his excitement and anticipation, quickly composing himself.
Mo Qi slowly raised his hand, placing it on the crown of Qian Duoduo's head.
Nangong Yan, Zhu Fan, and Zhao Zijun stared with wide eyes, unwilling to miss a single detail.
They also wanted to see just how Mo Qi was going to save Qian Duoduo.
"Wait."
Just as everyone was holding their breath, waiting for Mo Qi to display his incredible power, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Bro, what's wrong? Am I a lost cause?" Qian Duoduo asked, his face a mask of despair.
He was in an incredibly fragile state, and Mo Qi pulling his hand back made his heart sink.
'Is it hopeless after all? Am I, Qian Duoduo, still unable to escape this fate?'
Nangong Yan, Zhu Fan, and Zhao Zijun all shook their heads and sighed.
