Without exception, they were all unconscious.
And he was lying in the middle of them.
What's going on?
Jun Moyan tried once more to move his body, but it was futile.
His body felt as if it was glued to the ground.
"Ais? Ais? Wake up."
"Bai Tang?"
"Drunkard."
"Gu Sheng."
"Stop shouting, they won't wake up." A voice rang out as footsteps approached.
"Who are you? What do you want? Where is this?" Jun Moyan coldly asked, looking at the approaching Moyu.
Moyu squatted down beside him, scrutinizing Jun Moyan.
Then he mumbled to himself, "So this is what you look like."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing, just curious. I've heard the Soul-suppressing Beast has lived for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years, yet no one knows what its human form looks like. Many images of its human form have circulated, but none of them resemble you. I feel you look more like it."
