"Mm, alright."
Feng Xiao replied, then turned to Feng Jiu. "Let's go. I'll accompany you to see your Mother and Grandmother. They've been missing you terribly, and they'll be overjoyed to see you back. Oh, and I haven't told them the news about the children Xilin sent. They'll be happy to hear that too."
"Mm hmm," Feng Jiu responded softly, and followed him.
As they watched them leave, Feng Sanyuan paced the courtyard, his brow furrowed in thought. Had something happened to Mo Ze? He couldn't help but recall the thunderous tribulation from some time ago, and Xilin's hasty departure then.
However, no one had explained what had transpired. They had initially assumed it was unrelated, but now, they feared otherwise...
It seemed they would need to question Xilin and the others thoroughly upon their return.
Three days later, at dusk, at the city gate.
Murong Yixuan gazed at the familiar yet foreign landscape, a sense of sadness washing over him.
