Moli extended something similar to a tentacle from her fingertip, slowly probing beneath Xie Jin's epidermis, sensing the turmoil of energy within his body.
"What's wrong with him?"
Moli retracted the tentacle back into her finger and furrowed her brows, "The energy in his body doesn't belong to our world. It might be restless due to maladjustment. It seems that only Sister Meng can help him ease it."
"Meng?" Qiang Ba's usually serious expression softened at the mention of the name, "Has she come over?"
"Brother, don't you know the whereabouts of the person you love?"
"I wasn't..."
"Enough!" Although Xie Jin was in pain, he was still conscious, "Can you two stop making useless remarks and quickly take me to that...to that Meng?"
"Shut up! You are not in a position to address Meng!"