Chen Mo naturally had no idea that someone was waiting for him to return, but he could sense that if he delayed too long, Ouyang Ruo Xi and the others would worry. That would not do.
So, he sped up what he was doing, wrapped things up, and prepared to return as quickly as possible. He could not keep them waiting too long.
He patted Zhou Zixing on the shoulder. Yet the Xiantian Second Order Master's shoulder suddenly trembled, as though he was terrified of him.
This old man—was he really that scary? He no longer had any intention of killing the old man, nor had he shown any other thoughts on his face. What the hell was there to be afraid of? Was there really no trust at all between people?
Seeing the old man's trembling body, Chen Mo made no further movements and simply said, "Don't worry, old man. I have no intention of killing you now."
Zhou Zixing did not know why, but he felt an inexplicable fear whenever he faced Chen Mo. Even his body trembled beyond his control. In truth, he was beginning to despise himself. He was, after all, a Xiantian Second Order Martial Artist. Before encountering Chen Mo, he had feared neither Heaven nor Earth. Aside from worrying that his lifespan was nearing its end, there had been nothing else he feared.
In fact, all this fear came from the unknown. If Chen Mo had used conventional methods when killing those Big White Dough Balls, Zhou Zixing would not have been afraid. He might even have considered resisting. After all, the Big White Dough Balls were not invincible to him. There were simply too many of them; once their numbers grew, he could not defeat them and could only run.
And although Chen