Mo Xiaofei heard a call. It was the voice of his master, Long Xiruo... He glanced at the gloomy Zhui Feng and casually said that he was going to the bathroom.
Zhui Feng did not pay much attention. He merely propped up his chin, sitting by the window and staring blankly.
Mo Xiaofei shook his head. That fellow had been like this ever since he returned yesterday. No matter what Mo Xiaofei asked, he said nothing.
The voice had come from outside Wolong Villa... When Mo Xiaofei arrived, Long Xiruo was already sitting cross-legged on a large stone by the riverbank—still in the childlike form Mo Xiaofei was more familiar with.
"Master."
It had been a long time since he had seen Long Xiruo. Mo Xiaofei quickly came behind her and called out respectfully.
The True Dragon of Shenzhou slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a mouthful of pale golden mist. "You and Zhui Feng aren't staying home properly. What did you come to this blasted place for?"
Seeing Long Xiruo frown unhappily, Mo Xiaofei knew that he had gone out with Zhui Feng without reporting it, which had indeed been inappropriate. He lowered his head and said, "I just wanted to broaden my horizons. I didn't expect so many things to happen."
He had intended to tell her what had happened to him these past days, but when the words reached his lips, something seemed to block them... Faintly, it seemed to be the intention of another "him."
Long Xiruo continued frowning as she looked Mo Xiaofei over. Then she sighed. "Forget it. If you don't want to say, then don't. You're grown up now and capable of making your own judgments. Though I'm your master, I can't look after you for your entire life."
She had always believed