The young man was dressed in regional clothing, yet he lacked the locals' rough, bold air.
Instead, he possessed the refined bearing of a cultured scholar.
He spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, carried himself neither arrogantly nor humbly, showed three parts firmness amid his respect, and concealed two parts unwillingness to yield amid his apology.
He was no simple character.
"Heh."
"I wonder what position you hold in the Mo Family, Streamer?"
Yang Kui asked.
"I am Mo Senxiao. For the time being, I am responsible for the family's external communications."
"This is my younger sister, Mo Manyun."
"My younger sister has wasted quite a few years. She is following me now to broaden her horizons."
"Please forgive her if she has been discourteous."
Mo Senxiao introduced himself with a smile, then offered another apology.
"I see."
Yang Kui nodded, then turned his gaze toward the woman named Mo Manyun. "Little girl, don't be so quick-tempered in your words and actions. It's easy for someone to cut out your tongue."
Mo Manyun's gaze turned cold at those words.
"My younger sister is immature. Please forgive her," Mo Senxiao hurriedly apologized.
He then looked toward Elder Fu and said earnestly, "Everyone, it's getting late, and traveling at night is difficult... What do you think..."
His meaning was obvious.
Elder Fu said nothing.
Wei Fan checked the time. It was only two in the afternoon.
But for some reason,
the sky over Southern Border was already like evening, and darkness was almost upon them.
"Something has happened in Southern Border recently, so it gets dark earlier than usual. Once night falls, this sea of flowers will be filled with danger. Even we locals won't remain here."
"Everyone, why don't we call it a day? I'll have someone send a gift to the