Could it be that he's impotent?

Mo Yu shook his head with a light laugh. He noticed a group of people visibly relax, and he understood the reason behind their relief.

Since they realized that the strikingly handsome man before them was not a contestant, everyone felt at ease. Yet, after their relief, a hint of regret crept in. Such a good-looking man not stepping forward to participate seemed like a missed opportunity.

Suddenly, a tall man emerged from the crowd and nodded to Mo Yu. “I’m Mo Sang. What’s your name, brother?”

“Mo Yu.”

“Ha! We share the same surname. What a coincidence,” Mo Sang said cheerfully as he squeezed beside Mo Yu and patted his shoulder.

Mo Yu smiled silently.

Pushed aside, Lin Qiyue rolled her eyes in exasperation. As for Mo Sang, he wasn’t particularly handsome—just somewhat burly—but he gave off an impression of utmost integrity at first glance. Of course, that facade quickly crumbled once he opened his mouth.

Mo Sang grinned slyly and patted Mo Yu’s shoulder again. “I think you should join the competition.”

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why?”

Mo Sang chuckled mischievously, noticing all eyes on him, and grew even more smug. “Don’t you want to see how those secluded ladies will change because of you?”

After speaking, he chuckled quietly to himself, causing some of the more bashful men nearby to blush.

A smile remained in Mo Yu’s eyes, but he didn’t answer the question.

Seeing her revered senior being teased, Lin Qiyue immediately stepped forward and slapped Mo Sang.

“You’re all talk and no guts.”

Taken aback by the slap, Mo Sang’s fury flared. “Lin Qiyue, you little villain! Who said I have talk but no action? I’ve got my eye on you tonight. Come home with me, and I’ll show you if I’m all talk or not!”

Lin Qiyue gave him a disdainful glance, utterly unmoved. “Can’t believe it. You, Lord Mo Sang, actually prefer men? Is that because you’re not up to the task?”

Mo Yu’s smile deepened. Indeed, siblings often shared even their tone.

Mo Sang’s face flushed red, unable to find a retort. Damn it, every time he sparred verbally with Lin Qiyue, he was left speechless.

After a long pause, he could only blurt out, “Just you wait,” before falling silent.

Lin Qiyue ignored him and turned her gaze to Mo Yu, who was smiling warmly at her. Her face immediately flushed.

He actually said those things in front of Big Brother Mo. Would Big Brother Mo regret taking him as a disciple now?

Sensing Lin Qiyue’s embarrassment, Mo Yu subtly changed the subject. “Let’s get moving.”

His voice was soft, almost faint, yet every ear caught it clearly. A few martial artists, including Mo Sang, were instantly captivated.

This was genuine internal energy. Those with profound mastery could project their voice clearly even in noisy surroundings—a lifelong pursuit for martial artists.

Mo Yu’s words seemed almost magical; no one voiced any objection. Seeing him step forward, everyone obediently followed.

Only later did Lin Qiyue realize that this was the natural aura of nobility and authority radiating from Big Brother Mo, compelling everyone to submit willingly.

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Lacking inspiration for a title, so… hehehe~