"Yes, yes."
Mo Lian nodded at him with a spurious smile. He looked at Qiao Mu, who was leaning against him.
The latter nodded in understanding. She took out a puppet curse and sent it into the area between Qi Lianhai's eyebrows without a word.
Normally, Qiao Mu's puppet curse would be ineffective against Qi Lianhai at her cultivation.
However, because Qi Lianhai was under Mo Lian's control at this moment, it was all too easy for him to succumb now.
"Ah!" Qi Lianhai felt his conscious pool sting. Afterwards, it felt like he had lost his sense as his consciousness became clouded.
"What is your name?" Qiao Mu asked coldly.
"Q-Qi Lianhai."
"Kneel!"
Qi Lianhai knelt obediently and prostrated piteously in front of them.
The dozen Anyi Prefecture disciples who were originally kneeling on the ground backed away in terror at this sight.
What, what was going on?
