"The Immortal Martial Cave Heaven? Lord Jiang Chen?" Ying Luo tilted her massive dragon head, pretending to think real hard. She squinted a little, like she was trying to remember if any of that rang a bell. After a few seconds of playing the part, she gave a small shake of her head.
"Never heard of him," she said flatly. "Can't contact someone I don't know."
Then, without missing a beat, she turned her sharp gaze to Mo Hao. "Human boy, you're in charge of this group now."
Just like that, she handed the whole crowd of anxious cultivators over to him—following Jiang Chen's hidden orders, of course.
Mo Hao blinked. His smile wobbled for a second. Babysitting a bunch of weaklings was not part of his plan. He wanted to focus on impressing the dragon, not dragging around a bunch of extras.
Still… he couldn't say no. Not in front of her.
He puffed out his chest. "Alright! I'll take the lead."