Pretending not to have woken up, Chen Mo could only imagine how depressed he felt!
In the past, it had always been other people pretending in front of him. Who would have thought that one day, it would be his turn?
Back then, Chen Mo had grabbed others by the neck, tossing them aside whenever he wanted and seizing them whenever he pleased. But now that it was his turn, it was truly miserable!
Moreover, when Chen Mo had been in the country, the most dangerous situation he had encountered had been his battle against Liu Fang! At that time, he had not yet entered the Foundation Establishment Realm and had still been hovering at the Qi Refining Realm, while Liu Fang had already been a half-step Xiantian Master!
Even with such a disparity in cultivation back then, Chen Mo had not been as bedraggled as he was today. But today, Chen Mo had finally understood how others had felt when they fell into his hands!
Fortunately, this Young Ancestor had grabbed him by the belt rather than the neck. For that alone, Chen Mo had to give the Ancestor some credit. Unlike himself, who treated others—especially enemies—like puppies, grabbing them straight by the neck.
Ah! Looking at this situation, he truly understood that one reaped what one sowed. Looking up at the heavens, who had Heaven ever spared?
His frustration was beyond imagining.
"Little guy, stop pretending. Awake is awake; there's no need to put on an act," the Young Ancestor said with a smile. Chen Mo did not even need to move. A sweep of Spiritual Sense was enough for him to know the state of the little guy in his hand.
"Ah!" Chen Mo could only respond like that. What else could he do?
"Put me down.