Jianghai City, Emerald Mountain Earl's Mansion.
It was already late at night.
The convoy slowly drove into the Bluestone Plaza before the Earl's Mansion gates.
The headlights illuminated the stone lions and vermillion gates on the plaza, as well as the two black sedans parked to one side.
Their license plates had white backgrounds and red lettering, beginning with a striking character for "Noble"—official vehicles of the Noble Council.
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.
Why were Noble Council vehicles parked here?
The moment the car came to a stop, Zhou Fu hurried over, opened the door, and bowed. "Lord, you have returned. Lord Shen Mingxuan, President of the Noble Council, has been waiting in the main hall for quite some time."
Lin Mo pushed open the door and got out, straightening his robes before striding toward the main hall.
Behind him, Mo Er and the other ten clones filed out in single file and silently followed, their armor gleaming with a cold luster beneath the lights.
The main hall was brightly lit.
Shen Mingxuan sat in the guest seat, holding a cup of tea. Several plates of pastries sat untouched on the tea table before him.
He wore a dark purple court robe. His hair was gray, yet meticulously combed, and his face was lean and refined. At that moment, he had his eyes closed as though resting, like a statue.
Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes, rose to his feet, and cupped his hands in greeting. "Count of Southern Suppression, forgive my late-night visit and intrusion."
Lin Mo raised a hand in a perfunctory gesture of support before taking the main seat. "President Shen, you are too courteous. Coming so late, is there some urgent matter?"
Shen Mingxuan sat back down, lifted his teacup for a sip,