"What could I do for them while I was in Xifeng?" Li Mu Yang wondered inwardly. If the royal families of the Nine Nations truly gathered for a conference in the Peacock Dynasty, then Qian Du, the Grand Princess of the Peacock Dynasty, would appear in the role of half-host and receive the honored guests.
At that time, it would probably be the beginning of her ruling the world, wouldn't it?
When he thought of that young girl who had always been calm and steadfast, as though nothing in the world could ever startle or fluster her; when he thought of her reddened eyes as she clutched his hand and cried; when he thought of that first kiss, carrying the fragrance of gardenias, when Wind City had fallen, a warm current surged through Li Mu Yang's heart.
Could her frail shoulders bear such a heavy responsibility and such a difficult undertaking?
"What can I do now?" Li Mu Yang asked aloud.
"Eat. You traveled such a long way, so you should fill your stomach first," Hong Xiu said. "Young Master, did you encounter any danger on the way?"
Li Mu Yang thought for a moment, then recounted what had happened to him in the small fishing village.
Hong Xiu's expression grew solemn. "I was just preparing to tell you about this, Young Master. Recently, a group of mysterious figures wearing black robes and wolf-head masks appeared near Tiandu City. They've been abducting able-bodied men and young children everywhere they go, leaving villages in chaos. Several villages have even been brutally massacred."
"Do you know who they are?"
"No." Hong Xiu shook her head. Her expression became extremely strange as she looked at Li Mu Yang, and she seemed to want to speak but held herself back.
"What is it?" Li