Mo Chu had never imagined he would get another chance to return to Jade City. Under house arrest at Tongtian Pass, he had long forgotten that he still held another identity—the City Governor of Jade City, with less than three months left in his term.
Months ago, at Qianqi Pass, Han Fen had been responsible for watching Mo Chu and had captured him alive at the end of the fighting. They were practically old acquaintances, so she pushed straight through the door and said cheerfully, "Old man, the Dragon King missed you. I missed you too. Come with me—there's more fun to be had."
Mo Chu's life under house arrest had not been too miserable; he even had wine to drink. But he had opened his mouth wide and still failed to drink a drop. On the road to Jade City, he could not shake off that look of panic and dismay.
Han Fen found it strange and could not help asking him, "You're over eighty, right? No one's even touched you, and you're about to die on your own. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Not even seventy." Mo Chu forced out the reply, without telling Han Fen that he had recently been considering buying a female slave.
More than two years ago, Mo Chu had arrived in the Western Regions in grand style, surrounded by servants, wives, and concubines. In his eyes, all of Jade City had been a toy in his hand, something he could toy with as he pleased. Now, the miserable group trailing behind him numbered only seven or eight people. The sole woman was a madwoman who took quite an interest in him: she desperately wanted to know how much fresh blood remained in that withered body.
Mo Chu was truly afraid that one