Mo Lin finally shifted his gaze away from Zhou Yuan and onto Wu Yao. The lazy smile remained on his lips, but his eyes grew deeper, as though they could see through people's hearts.
"Miss Wu Yao, we meet again." His tone was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. "It seems you have settled the karma here. Congratulations."
Wu Yao pressed her red lips tightly together, her grip on the Sacred Dragon Qi unconsciously tightening. The pressure she felt before Mo Lin was even greater than what she had felt facing King Wu at his peak.
This youth was far too mysterious, far too powerful, and far too... unfathomable.
She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart. Her phoenix eyes met Mo Lin's gaze as she spoke in a cool voice tinged with barely perceptible tension. "It was you. Have you been helping him all along?" Naturally, she meant Zhou Yuan.
Mo Lin merely shrugged noncommittally. Rather than answer directly, he instead looked Wu Yao up and down with great interest.
His gaze was utterly undisguised, filled with pure appreciation. It traveled from her breathtakingly beautiful face to her slender, fair neck, then to the astonishing curves outlined by her crimson robes—especially those full, perky contours and her slender waist that seemed too delicate to grasp—before finally settling on the straight, long legs faintly visible beneath her red skirt.
"Tsk, tsk." Mo Lin stroked his chin, undisguised amazement flashing through his eyes as he teased, "Miss Wu Yao, after not seeing you for so many days, your grace has surpassed even the past. This red attire suits you very well."
His gaze was bold and direct, as if he were admiring a flawless work of art.
Wu Yao felt thoroughly uncomfortable beneath his unrestrained gaze.