He was a young man whose complexion was a frightening shade of white.
It wasn't just his face; even his lips were completely bloodless.
His body was stooped, his back hunched. One hand was clasped behind him, while the other held a handkerchief to his mouth as he coughed ceaselessly.
He had none of the vigor of a young man. Instead, he resembled a decrepit old man in his twilight years.
"Go away. You don't meet the requirements," Liu Hui said, waving him off with a dismissive hand.
Even though the man gave him a faint sense of danger, suggesting he was no weakling, Liu Hui still wouldn't allow him to challenge Mo Qi.
Others might not know the relationship between Liu Ruyan and Mo Qi, but how could Liu Hui possibly be unaware?
It was true that Mo Qi acting as the gatekeeper for Liu Ruyan was just a formality. Everyone on their side knew it didn't really count.
But that didn't mean any random stray could come and challenge him!
