Smack!
With that slap, a surge of will from Mo Qianlou struck Yin Wufeng like a heavy hammer, sending him flying.
Yin Wufeng's already pale face grew even more haggard. He spat out blood, his face filled with horror and his heart in turmoil. He thought his submission to Lin Shuguang had been exposed, but he put on a look of shock and fury. "Mo Qianlou!"
Mo Qianlou's expression was indifferent. "Even if the people of the Southern Dynasty are worthless mud, they're still my current partners. Your reckless words nearly derailed the plan. That slap was a reminder. If you dare ruin my plans again, I'll find someone else in the Yin Family to work with."
Yin Wufeng dared not voice his anger and lowered his head. However humiliated and furious he was, he did not dare act insolently before Mo Qianlou now.
Mo Qianlou withdrew his gaze, as though his actions had been strictly a matter of business, and paid Yin Wufeng no further attention. Beside him, Du Zhongli had also watched coldly. "Young master, the restrictions here are no simple matter. I wonder whether we can break them?"
"Restrictions from Ancient Times. Never mind us, even those old monsters might not have a way. Still, where there's a will, there's a way. I've already examined the restrictions here. This isn't the dead end we imagined." Mo Qianlou seemed confident.
Hearing this, Yin Wufeng could not help raising his head, only to meet Mo Qianlou's gaze.
Then Mo Qianlou spoke again. "Yin Wufeng, I'll need your help shortly. Part of the origin behind the mechanisms here is related to your Yin Family's secret technique. You might even gain considerable benefits from it."
His amiable tone made it seem as though he had not been the one who had