The Source

If the ambush had already happened, Li You's mind would be in turmoil by now. Huo Hai stepped forward, forced Li You to the ground, and pinned down his limbs.

"What—what are you doing?" Li Yuan grew anxious the moment he saw Huo Hai's actions. If Pang Xing had not held him back, he might already have attacked. His younger brother was involved, so his reaction was only natural.

Pang Xing shouted, "Li Yuan, are you going to attack your own brother? Watch carefully. Huo Hai would never hurt him." The rebuke finally calmed Li Yuan. On second thought, Huo Hai had no reason to attack them. If he wanted to, his strength in the Spirit Practitioner Realm was far beyond anything they could resist.

"I'm sorry. I lost my head just now." Li Yuan bowed deeply in apology. Without Huo Hai, they would have died countless times on this journey. His own suspicion made him blush with shame.

Huo Hai shook his head. "It's all right. Anyone would react that way. Come help me hold him down. I suspect something's wrong with his body." If the attack had not come from outside, the cause had to lie within him.

The group stepped forward and restrained Li You. He had been the second weakest of them to begin with; now that he had lost his senses, it would have been strange if he could resist. At Huo Hai's signal, Little Butterfly sent wave after wave into Li You's mind. Huo Hai still suspected that something had attacked Li You earlier and driven him mad.

But as Little Butterfly probed with her Mental Power, Huo Hai's expression grew increasingly grave. "Well? What's going on? Is it serious? Has his mind been injured?" Pang Xing looked frantic, even more so than Li