"Mo Lao!" Ye Qiu saw Mo Lao's complexion, and his heart tightened.
"It's nothing." Mo Lao shook his head, positioning himself in front of Ye Qiu, ready to face the Ancestor of Ji Clan alone.
"The Power of Dao... I didn't expect there to be a Martial Artist like you who grasped the Dao in these ancient lands." The Ancestor of Ji Clan watched as Mo Lao severed the long line on the silver band and, rather than anger, showed an expression of interest.
"With your strength, how many times can you still draw upon the Power of Dao, I wonder?"
Ye Qiu didn't understand what the Power of Dao the elder of Ji Clan referred to, likely a power similar to Rule Power, but it seemed this Power of Dao couldn't be frequently used, consuming a lot of one's own strength.
Was Mo Lao's complexion caused by drawing upon the Power of Dao?
Ye Qiu's heart moved, feeling uneasy for Mo Lao. Previously, when Mo Lao acted, his face didn't look good, but now it's even more serious.
