Hundred Flowers Plains, Departure

"When will it happen?" Qing Yanjing looked at the Blood Curse on Chen Mo's chest. She could feel his life force gradually slipping away, and her eyes could not help growing moist.

Chen Mo wiped away the tears at the corners of the two women's eyes and smiled. "Don't be afraid. It isn't death. I'm leaving. I just don't know when we'll meet again."

Qing Mo and Qing Yanjing had heard Chen Mo mention this before, but they had not expected it to come so soon.

"When?" Each woman tightly clasped one of Chen Mo's hands and pressed it to her cheek, gently rubbing against it.

"At the earliest, half a month. At most, one month," Chen Mo said.

Yet the moment he finished speaking, Qing Mo removed the white jade mask from her face and kissed Chen Mo on the lips. The most passionate tenderness she had ever shown bloomed across her bewitching face. After a long while, when their lips parted, she said softly, "During this time, whatever you want to do, Husband, I'll agree to it."

Chen Mo was stunned at first, then immediately became excited.

After all, though Qing Mo had gradually begun yielding to him in many matters as they spent more time together, there were still certain things she could not quite let go of.

Now, didn't this mean...

After returning to Mo Ying Palace.

Whether day or night, Chen Mo indulged in endless intimacy—and the kind where he did not even need to exert himself. Zi Yan, Yun Yun, and the others all joined in.

Fortunately, Chen Mo's physique was extraordinary. Otherwise, after half a month, he would have been completely drained dry.

Yet during this time, the blood mark on his chest continued tormenting him. His long black hair had now turned