After eating the sumptuous spread his older sister Mo Yiyi had prepared for dinner, Mo Yun patiently endured another round of concerned questions.
After his sister repeatedly asked, "Have you met any girls you fancy at the Mountain Manor? If you like someone, you have to make the first move," he could only laugh awkwardly and brush her off before slipping into the courtyard to practice his fists.
He trained for over two hours, and the night deepened.
Only after hearing his sister's steady breathing from the inner room and confirming that she had fallen asleep did Mo Yun finish his routine.
He changed into a snug set of night clothes, vaulted silently over the wall, and sped straight toward the Sky Wolf Gang's headquarters on the outskirts under cover of darkness.
Before long, Mo Yun arrived at the Sky Wolf Gang's base.
The guards on duty at the entrance had clearly etched the face of this walking calamity and honored guest into their very bones.
When they saw Mo Yun, not only did they refrain from stopping him, they respectfully let him through and tactfully informed him:
"Lord Mo, the gang leader is in his study. You can go straight there."
Mo Yun nodded slightly and made his way to the study with practiced ease.
He pushed the door open and entered. Though this was not the first time he had seen it, the sight before him still made the corner of his mouth twitch.
Black Wolf sat bare-chested, exposing the conspicuous scar across his chest. Beneath the dim yellow candlelight, his brow was furrowed as he earnestly studied a collection of poems.
Everything about this picture was wrong!
Brother, your whole air was completely at odds with a poetry collection!
Hearing the noise, Black Wolf raised his head.