Injured

Why?

Ha. Because he, Weisheng Tou, belonged to him, Mo Lu.

Even if he died, he had to die in the Mo Family.

Besides, Weisheng Tou had only just done something like that, and Mo Lu had yet to punish him. How could he possibly let him leave just like that?

Prostrate on the floor, Ye Liang felt the pressure of Mo Lu's Curse Technique growing heavier and heavier. He trembled slightly before finally yielding:

"I overstepped my bounds. I'll go find Weisheng Tou immediately."

Mo Lu closed his eyes briefly, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and dispersed the Curse Technique at his fingertips.

Ye Liang immediately rose, bowed respectfully, and left.

With Ye Liang gone, the Lan Mountain Residence grew even quieter.

The servants seemed to have noticed that Young Master Mo was in a bad mood, too, and carefully kept out of his way.

Once Mo Lu had settled into complete silence, he could not help thinking of Weisheng Tou.

Saturday was only a few days away.

He still had no idea what to make of the messily drawn curse mark on Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen.

And he had left the Mo Family Main House that day without saying goodbye to his grandfather. Knowing his grandfather's temperament, he would surely summon him again within the next couple of days.

Unable to calm his mind, Mo Lu could only get up and head toward the rear courtyard of the Lan Mountain Residence, somewhere he had not visited in a long time.

The mountains were silent.

Mo Lu left the Lan Mountain Residence and stepped onto the winding wooden boardwalk through the woods, trying to quiet his mind and feel everything in nature around him.

The distant mountains stretched on and on, submerged in the morning mist, so faint they seemed about to disappear.

Crystal-clear raindrops still clung to the blades of grass. A stream flowed past Mo Lu's feet, its surface rippling in the gentle, warm breeze.

Mo Lu closed his eyes. A faint green glow slowly rose around him, then drifted lazily into his body.

The breeze brushed his black hair and stirred the hem of his clothes. His sky-blue tasseled earring swayed gently beside his cheek.

His usually icy face was now filled with gentleness and serenity, lending him an ethereal beauty untouched by the mundane world.

Mo Lu slowly regulated his breathing amid the mountains.

Every child in the Mo Family gifted in Zhu You was first sent into the mountains to commune with nature, with heaven and earth.

Nature was their home ground, the place where they could most keenly sense witch power in this clamorous mortal world.

That was why, after reaching adulthood, Mo Lu had chosen to live halfway up a quiet mountainside-the place closest to nature.

Nature...

Mo Lu's eyelashes quivered.

Why could he affect me so naturally and effortlessly just because his pheromones matched mine?

Why could he leave so casually after doing something like that last night?

I did tell him to get out, but the Curse Technique clearly wore off right outside the room.

Mo Lu's brows knitted tightly. His breathing faltered, and the emerald motes around him instantly fell into disarray, all surging into his body at once.

A metallic sweetness rose in Mo Lu's throat, and the green glow in his eyes dimmed in an instant.

I really...

Mo Lu gave a bitter smile.

It had been nearly thirteen years since he had last injured himself by losing focus while cultivating.

Weisheng Tou, should I really make him leave?

Carrying a syringe, Mo Chongxi walked over to Weisheng Tou, who was lying on a chaise lounge.

"Hey, the Mo Family has sent people out looking for you."

Mo Chongxi pulled up Weisheng Tou's arm and deftly injected the specially formulated, extra-strength suppressant.

"Mm."

Weisheng Tou gave a brief reply.

"Tsk, look at these muscles, these little hands... How does your skin keep getting softer?"

Mo Chongxi tossed the syringe away and ran his hands all over Weisheng Tou's arm.

Weisheng Tou abruptly pulled his arm back, his gaze dark. "Mo Chongxi, have I been too nice to you?"

"Not really." Mo Chongxi plopped down beside Weisheng Tou. "But just a year ago, you were covered in injuries, and that skin tone... Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought you used soy sauce for skin care."

Weisheng Tou slapped Mo Chongxi outright.

"Mother#￥!" Mo Chongxi sprang up. "Could you hurry up and go back? I've already given you the suppressant. It can even temporarily suppress your madness. I refuse to believe it can't handle one rut."

Weisheng Tou raised a hand to cover his eyes. For once, he did not snap back, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"It's different. This rut happened because of him..."

Although he was fine now, he could not guarantee that it would not happen again after he went back.

"Do you really like Young Master Mo?"

Mo Chongxi stared steadily at Weisheng Tou on the bed.

Weisheng Tou answered without the slightest hesitation. "Haven't you known that for ages?"

"Young Master Mo, huh..."

Mo Chongxi sat down in a nearby chair and sighed softly.

Mo Lu was someone he, too, had admired for a very, very long time.

Only his admiration was not quite the same as Weisheng Tou's.

"Weisheng Tou, since when have you been so timid? You're even hesitating this much over going back to see him?" Mo Chongxi asked with a mocking smile.

Reasoning with someone with Weisheng Tou's temper was useless. The only option was to provoke him.

Sure enough, Weisheng Tou lowered the arm covering his eyes and turned to look at Mo Chongxi. A moment later, a nasty smile curled his lips:

"Mo Chongxi, who the fuck do you think you're baiting?"

Mo Chongxi was speechless.

Weisheng Tou exhaled, then got up anyway. Using a rubber band around his wrist, he casually tied his loose hair into a little tuft, grabbed two more vials of extra-strength suppressant, and strode out of the room.

Mo Chongxi was speechless again. Hadn't he still goaded him into leaving?!