Spring Character Tower, Courtesan Banquet Grand Hall.
Mo Hua stepped off the flower carpet, leaving the courtesan's boudoir, and had just landed on the ground.
Like a drop of water falling into a pan of boiling oil.
In an instant, countless jealous and hateful gazes shot toward Mo Hua like sharp swords, resentment boiling through the air.
The previously deathly silent hall became taut with drawn swords and bent bows in an instant.
Mo Hua calmly glanced around. He saw the young masters of Kun Province, along with their guards and elders, had surrounded the Courtesan Grand Hall so tightly that not even water could seep through, hemming him into the center of the hall as well.
Faced with such a tit-for-tat situation, Mo Hua did not feel nervous. In this life, he had experienced no shortage of situations like this, where he was hemmed in on all sides by his "enemies."
Instead, he asked in some surprise:
"It's so late. Why haven't you left yet?"
No one answered him. There were only venomous looks throughout the hall and icy killing intent.
Just then, a young master in green robes whom Mo Hua did not recognize stepped forward and coldly questioned him:
"What did you and Miss Yu... do upstairs?"
Though he tried to restrain his tone, unconcealable jealousy and hatred still showed on his face.
Especially when he thought of how Fairy Yu, pure and spotless in his heart, might have just been whispering sweet nothings, clinging to each other, and doing unspeakable things with this fair-faced youth in the upstairs boudoir. It felt as if a thousand blades were carving up the tip of his heart, leaving it bloody and raw.
In consideration of his feelings, Mo Hua frankly said, "Nothing much. We just had a chat."
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