Early morning, Gengxin City, Grace Hall, Mo Lin's room.
"Xu Siwei came? Was he alone? Or did a group of people come?" Mo Lin asked, somewhat surprised.
"Just him. He didn't come in through the main gate, though. He tried to sneak over the wall and got spotted by those people you brought back last time. He seems to have caught a chill now," Mo Jia replied. A chill ran down his own back as well. "Speaking of those people, where exactly did they come from? Every one of them is an exceptionally handsome man or beautiful woman—even that fat guy isn't unpleasant to look at—and their strength is absurdly exaggerated. If I hadn't noticed in time, Xu Siwei would have been frozen to death by that green-haired one. Xu Siwei is a Titled Douluo, for heaven's sake, yet he was nearly killed by some green-haired little girl you brought in. Where did you find such terrifying people? Not only do those of us who have just returned to the continent not know their origins, but even Yu Yuanzhen has no clue. They're so mysterious that it's hard not to be curious!"
"There are always stronger people beyond stronger people, and higher heavens beyond higher heavens. That has been an eternal truth," Mo Lin said. He could not reveal Snow Empress, Ice Empress, and the others' identities to any human just yet. "But Uncle, I'd advise you not to call her the 'green-haired little girl' to her face. She probably won't kill you, but if she decides to launch a sneak attack, you could still end up with broken bones and torn muscles."
"Is it really that exaggerated? I'm a rank ninety-six Titled Douluo, no matter what. Lately, I've even felt signs that I might break through to rank ninety-seven.