CHAPTER 847: CHAPTER 847: IS "ROOKIE" BETTER THAN "NOOB"?

With each hand formation made, beads of sweat appeared on Han Yan’s forehead, looking very strained.

Indeed, it was quite strenuous. To save some face for Shen Moce and the others, she couldn’t appear too relaxed, right? Otherwise, no one would believe her. So Han Yan forced herself to reverse the Qi with great difficulty, sweating profusely and turning pale.

Being a god-man isn’t that easy after all. Han Yan understood the hardships Qu the Godman must have gone through to have a head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

The same fine sweat appeared on Mo Gaoyi’s forehead: Who is this kid? It seems that the Star Divination Technique is very impressive. Could I really fall into his hands this time? The unease in his heart grew stronger.

Shen Moce and the others looked at "Master Mu" with admiration and wonder, their envious gazes making Mu the God feel ashamed.

Finally, Han stopped her hands.

"South of the city, hundreds of miles away, the ancient road," Han Yan said concisely. As a god-man, she couldn’t just tell them plainly that Mo Yanhong was in Fang Village, right? A bit of mystery had to be maintained.

Of course, compared to an average god-man, her words were already quite clear.

Hearing Han Yan’s words, Mo Gaoyi’s face turned extremely ugly: Impossible, impossible. How could he do what even Shen Moce and the four others couldn’t?

It must be a wild guess, yes, just a wild guess, which is also a common trick of god-men, Mo Gaoyi comforted himself. Although to those like Han Yan and Huayue who knew the inside story, her words were more than clear, to Mo Gaoyi, the range seemed too vast and likely just a wild guess.

"I’ll go now." Mo Gaoli had waited too long for this moment, and immediately got up to leave.

"You stay, I’ll go," Mo Qingkuang said unarguably, showing how much he valued this junior.

Once outside, Mo Qingkuang leaped up, disappearing in the blink of an eye like an arrow leaving the bow.

Secretly, Han Yan clicked her tongue. Being a former Sword Saint, she knew how fast the Wind Control Skill could be. Mo Family Ancestor’s speed was more than ten times faster than hers back then.

"Not bad at all, this little guy," the voice of Star Illusion Thousand Machine echoed in Han Yan’s mind, "much better than you, a rookie."

Alright, alright, I’m a rookie. He lived for three hundred years, in your eyes he’s a little guy. How long have I lived? If you compare my strength with his, of course, I’m a rookie.

"No, not even a chicken. You’re a fledgling." Star Illusion Thousand Machine continued to trample Han Yan’s feelings.

Han Yan: "..."

Yeah, chickens are bigger than birds.

But even Star Illusion Thousand Machine said so, indicating Mo Qingkuang’s strength was indeed formidable, although Han couldn’t discern the exact Realm.

Mo Qingkuang didn’t return, so others naturally couldn’t leave either. They waited while drinking tea.

Of course, everyone’s expressions were different. Han Yan and Huayue remained calm and confident, while Mo Gaoli was tense and expectant. Shen Moce and Ji Gaoxian were slightly uneasy. Though they greatly admired Han Yan, they were still a bit worried; Mo Yanlin’s disappearance had been prolonged and was hard to calculate accurately. Could Han Yan really be that precise?

If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but it’s Mo Qingkuang today. If he gets excited for nothing, Han Yan might have trouble explaining.

"What you said earlier was a bit too conclusive. It’s better to leave yourself some room," Ji Gaoxian advised Han Yan in a low voice, drawing on his seasoned god-man experience.

"Indeed, the Heavenly Secret is difficult to predict. Sometimes a mix of truth and falsehood isn’t bad either," Shen Moce, the more seasoned god-man, said kindly.

Although Pu Tiandi and Weng Yixiao said nothing, they nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with concern.

"Thank you, masters, for the advice. I will be more cautious in the future," Han Yan showed her gratitude, taking their kindness to heart.

Catching a glimpse of Mo Gaoyi out of the corner of her eye, Han Yan saw that although he sat still, he was evidently as restless as if sitting on pins and needles, eyes full of deep unease.

"It’s a wild guess, definitely a wild guess, surely can’t find it," Mo Gaoyi muttered, fists clenched, constantly praying in his heart, not noticing the scornful smile at the corner of Han Yan’s mouth.

Two hours, four hours...

As time slowly passed, Mo Gaoli became increasingly tense, while Ji Gaoxian, Shen Moce, and the others grew more worried.

With Mo Qingkuang’s strength, he should have been back by now, right? Could he not have found the person?

"If we really got it wrong, we should apologize to Senior Mo later. I think with Senior Mo’s status, he won’t hold it against you," Ji Gaoxian said to Han Yan.

"Regardless, our master’s master has some acquaintance with Senior Mo; we can plead together then. I believe Senior Mo will consider it to some extent," Shen Moce added.

They feared that Han Yan would get Mo Qingkuang unnecessarily excited, angering the legendary senior master. Otherwise, if word got out, no matter how brilliant Han Yan’s Star Divination Technique was, she would never rise to prominence.

But they overthought it. Lady Mu never intended to become a god-man. Even if she got it wrong, it didn’t matter. Of course, she never calculated it; everything she said was what she saw with her own eyes. How could it be wrong?

"Humph, can my Meng Family’s ancestor be so easily fooled? Daring to toy with my Mo Family ancestor, simply courting death." Mo Gaoyi said heavily.

Seeing that his ancestor hadn’t returned for so long, he guessed that the person wasn’t found, and his hanging heart settled.

Just thinking about how this damn kid made him, the dignified head of the Zong Family, worry for several hours made Mo Gaoyi grind his teeth in resentment. If he didn’t teach this ignorant kid a lesson today, his wrath wouldn’t be quenched.

Ji Gaoxian and Shen Moce’s faces changed hearing this. Provoking Mo Qingkuang’s displeasure meant that even if he didn’t get involved, Mo Gaoyi wouldn’t let Han Yan off easily. In that case, not even Mu Beichen could protect him.

Han Yan couldn’t help but smile wryly; why did they just assume she got it wrong? Mo Qingkuang hadn’t even returned yet.

Although she also found it strange that with Mo Qingkuang’s strength, he hadn’t returned for such a long time, she remained confident in her judgment.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting," Mo Qingkuang’s voice came from the doorway at that moment.

Shortly after, Mo Qingkuang walked in alone, slightly fatigued.

Seeing Mo Qingkuang return, everyone had different expressions and different thoughts.