Heavy rain and fierce winds howled through Bo City, as though intent on destroying it utterly with the power of nature.
Two figures stood on a mountaintop outside Bo City.
One looked like a monk, constantly muttering something under his breath, a blue water element magic array swirling around him.
The other wore a blue cloak. He was none other than Mu He, who had been missing for a day.
His usual smile was gone, replaced by cold, savage malice as he stared expressionlessly at bloodstained Bo City!
When six unexpected Advanced Mages appeared, a ripple stirred in his lifeless eyes. He then turned toward the monk beside him.
"Wu Ku, things don't seem to be going as you expected. Have you figured out what to do?"
The monk smiled faintly. As a Head Priest serving under the Red-robed Archbishop Salang, he would hardly panic over such a minor turn of events.
"How interesting. This humble monk is beginning to take an interest in the young man Lady Salang favors so dearly. I would truly like to meet Benefactor Mo Xie."
Hearing Wu Ku's words, Mu He turned his head and looked at him coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Lady Salang said that no one is to lay a finger on Mo Xie. Are you planning to disobey her orders?"
Despite the almost tangible killing intent beside him, Wu Ku remained unmoved, his face still wearing that genial smile.
"Hu Jin, you seem particularly concerned about Benefactor Mo Xie. Could you tell this humble monk why?"
Mu He froze for a moment, then snorted coldly.
"You ask too many questions. You can't touch Mo Xie, and neither can I. He's very important to Lady Salang. I hope you understand that!"
"Of course this humble monk understands. I simply won't