Complicated Expressions!

Ye Chen, covered in blood, was like a bug standing up against an elephant, who could crush him with a single step.

To Mo Wang, the things that had just happened were nothing. It was not that he felt contempt toward Ye Chen. He just didn't care about him in the least bit anymore. With a smile, he walked back into the crowd, chatting indifferently, as if nothing had happened. He began to give pointers to other disciples, emanating cordiality.

All the female disciples seemed obsessed with him. The other Cultivators viewed him with the utmost respect. Everyone ignored Ye Chen as if they had already forgotten about his existence.

Ye Chen was like the antithesis of Mo Wang. Covered in blood, his clothing in shreds, he cut a truly sorry figure.