After the woman left, Refining Mo was almost trembling with anger, his complexion ashen and his hands quivering as he picked up the bottle and downed it in one gulp.
"Ah, damn it." Refining Mo slammed his large hand on the table, and a powerful surge directly shattered the entire table into debris. He now found himself compromised, as he had to rely on that woman's medicine to control the energy within his body, lest it become uncontrolled. He couldn't even do anything to Ye Shikai, so he truly felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.
As an ambitious man like Refining Mo, it was impossible for him to willingly be controlled, yet now, he seemed to be completely dominated by that woman, reduced to a puppet without any recourse.
Holding the photo in his hand, Refining Mo gave a bitter laugh and slowly his face twisted into a ferocious expression.
Yanjing.
