What are you doing?

Weisheng Tou glanced at Ye Liang, sneered inwardly, then lowered his head and said:

"I don't know why the Ye Family dislikes me so much... perhaps it's because I'm close to the young master..."

Ye Liang said coldly, "I'm close to the young master too. That's an utterly absurd excuse!"

Weisheng Tou kept his head lowered and said nothing.

He held his right arm with his left hand, his face pale.

Mo Lu looked at the two of them, then recalled what Ye Liang had told him earlier in the Front Hall. He felt that he might have been overlooking something all along.

Alphas were always intensely possessive.

Fighting over an Omega out of jealousy was all too common.

Although the world saw him as an Alpha, if Ye Liang had set his heart on him, it wasn't impossible that he would try to kill Weisheng Tou.

Mo Lu rubbed between his brows, a headache coming on.

He said coldly, "An inspection of the scene will tell us whether they were from the Ye Family. Ye Liang, have Third Uncle go there."

At those words, Ye Liang's face went deathly pale.

If someone inspected the scene, they would certainly discover that the Ye Family had been behind it.

Although the others Ye Liang's father had hired were temporary mercenaries, their leader had been Ye Ling, an exceptionally powerful Alpha from the Ye Family.

They had thought that even if everyone else died there, Ye Ling would escape with the potent enhancer he carried.

Yet the entire force had been wiped out. Not a single one had survived.

Ye Liang struggled to keep his voice steady. "Young master, won't the Empire think the Mo Family is interfering too much?"

"Have Third Uncle go."

Mo Lu repeated himself.

Ye Liang clenched his fists and answered hoarsely, "...Yes."

If someone merely went to look, he might still have room to maneuver. He could claim that although members of the Ye Family had been there, they hadn't injured Weisheng Tou.

But if the person who went was Mo Yan, the Mo Family's third uncle...

At that thought, even Ye Liang's breathing began to tremble.

Mo Yan was the Mo Family's most skilled practitioner of witchcraft-based sensory attunement.

He could sense a particular point where energy was strongest and roughly reconstruct it, which made him remarkably effective at treating psychological trauma.

If he used that ability to examine the scene, he might actually discover who had injured Weisheng Tou.

Ye Liang gritted his teeth.

He pressed hard against the Communication Band on his wrist, turned, and left.

Only Weisheng Tou and Mo Lu remained in the Front Hall.

"Young master... I'm sorry."

Weisheng Tou spoke first.

Mo Lu said bluntly, "Sorry? Weisheng Tou, how many times have you apologized to me these past few days? Are your apologies worth so little?"

Weisheng Tou's face grew even paler.

He pressed his lips together and fell silent.

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou coldly. "I hate the smell of blood."

Weisheng Tou froze, then immediately said softly:

"...I'm sor... yes, young master... I'll... leave right away..."

As he spoke, he picked up the leather jacket from the floor and struggled to put it on with his left hand.

Mo Lu watched his movements with cold eyes.

This man had wiped out the Lu Family and killed members of the Ye Family.

Yet now, in front of him, he couldn't even put on a jacket. He looked both aggrieved and stubborn.

Who would believe it if they heard about this?!

So was everything Weisheng Tou showed him an act?

Mo Lu's fingers tightened against the armrest, his knuckles paling slightly.

When Mo Lu still said nothing, Weisheng Tou gritted his teeth and flung the jacket over his right shoulder.

The leather jacket practically slammed into his shoulder, then scraped straight across the gruesome wound and slid down his back.

Blood immediately poured out.

"I'm sorry, young master!"

Weisheng Tou immediately apologized in a panic.

With the jacket still hanging from his left hand, he quickly covered the bloody wound on his shoulder and turned to leave.

In the end, Mo Lu couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Even knowing that Weisheng Tou might be putting on an act in front of him, he couldn't keep treating him coldly while watching him suffer.

Even his pheromones clamored to be released to soothe Weisheng Tou.

He sighed softly, rose, and walked outside. "Come with me," he said coolly.

Weisheng Tou looked at Mo Lu's retreating back, a note of delighted surprise in his voice:

"Yes, young master!"

Weisheng Tou had thought Mo Lu would take him back to his room to treat his wound. Instead, Mo Lu led him straight toward the mountain behind the Lan Mountain Residence.

He followed Mo Lu along the rustic mountain walkway.

"Young master... this is...?"

Weisheng Tou couldn't help asking.

"It's still early morning. As night gives way to day, the power of heaven and earth is at its most concentrated."

Mo Lu led Weisheng Tou onto a circular raised platform.

The platform had clearly been built for a specific purpose. Intricate ancient seals were carved across its surface, profoundly mysterious.

Spring water burbled around its perimeter.

Mo Lu stood on the platform, a hazy stretch of green mountains behind him.

"Go sit there."

Mo Lu directed Weisheng Tou to a meditation cushion in the very center.

"...Yes."

Though he answered, Weisheng Tou remained on the steps, staring up at Mo Lu in a daze without moving.

Mo Lu stood in the cool morning breeze. Sunlight filtered through the thin mist, tracing a soft, gentle outline around him like the delicate strokes of a brush.

His features were exquisite, but his expression was cold and distant.

He was so aloof and pure that he hardly seemed to belong to the mortal world.

Much less someone a filthy, bloodstained man like him could possess.

"Mo Lu... young master..."

Weisheng Tou suddenly climbed onto the platform in a few strides and caught Mo Lu's hand.

Before Mo Lu could react, he heard Weisheng Tou say softly:

"Young master, don't let go of me."

He desperately wanted to feel Mo Lu.

Even if Mo Lu truly was an immortal from the heavens, he would drag him down and imprison him in this mortal world where he lived.

Mo Lu frowned slightly at the look on Weisheng Tou's face.

He pressed down on the hand holding his and said, "Let go. Don't make me repeat myself. Go sit over there."

"Come with me, young master."

Weisheng Tou refused to let go no matter what, pulling Mo Lu down to sit on the ground.

Seeing the blood still flowing from Weisheng Tou's shoulder, Mo Lu ultimately said nothing more.

He settled into position and gently closed his eyes.

Emerald motes of light immediately rose around them, gathering with each breath Mo Lu took.

Weisheng Tou's eyes widened slightly as he watched this wondrous sight.

Blood-red markings gradually emerged on Mo Lu's cheeks, winding in eerie patterns like an ancient totem.

The green light enveloping them grew ever denser, and every breath Weisheng Tou drew seemed filled with the fresh fragrance of plants.

Mo Lu slowly opened his eyes and placed his hand over the gunshot wound on Weisheng Tou's shoulder.

Weisheng Tou had expected a burst of excruciating pain. Instead, a cool, tingling numbness spread through his shoulder, and the burning pain seemed to vanish entirely.

He lowered his gaze slightly to watch the focused Mo Lu, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Mo Lu's warm breath brushed his shoulder. His lashes were thick and long, his nose finely shaped with a high bridge, and the red markings showing through his fair skin made it almost impossible to resist touching...

As that thought crossed his mind, Weisheng Tou raised his hand and touched Mo Lu's cheek.

His skin felt soft and smooth.

Under the light pressure of his fingers, the markings actually changed color slightly, as though he had blocked the flow of blood.

How amazing.

As Weisheng Tou watched, his gaze suddenly met a pair of emerald eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Lu stared at him coldly.