Yue Qing was in pain, thinking that this man's brain was sick. This guy actually wanted to be his Grandmaster!
Elder Mo could not really do anything to Yue Qing. Seeing Yue Qing's face turn pale from the pain, Elder Mo let go of Yue Qing and stood up.
Yue Qing was finally let go and slowly got up from the ground. His arm was still dislocated and could not move.
However, when Yue Qing saw Elder Mo, he was completely stunned and his jaw almost could not close.
Yue Qing could not believe that he had just been beaten down by such an old man! This old man could not even reach his shoulder. At most, he could reach his chest.
Moreover, it was a white-haired old man. He looked very old, but his face looked very young. Yue Qing could not accept it for a moment.
