章節 390: He Was Being Too Loud

Following Zhu Qingyue's instructions, if reluctantly, Mo Cheng settled down into the lotus position, legs crossed and hands cupped before him in a meditative posture. His breathing slowed and settled into an even rhythm as he fell into a trancelike state.

Zhu Qingyue knelt behind Mo Cheng, his palms resting on the man's shoulder blades as a burst of spiritual energy transferred through his hands into Mo Cheng.

"I don't think I can hold on much longer," Mo Cheng gasped after a short while, coughing out spurts of blood as he shuddered through the energy transfusion.

Whatever sort of spiritual essence flowed through the white-haired devil's veins was just too much for his mortal body to handle.

The corners of Zhu Qingyue's mouth stretched wider in apparent disdain.

"Be silent," he ordered with a sneer.

Mo Jing and Li Meirong, both spectating from the sidelines, looked at each other worriedly.