336. Mo Jingli Is Bled Dry
In the Ye Mansion's main hall, Mo Jingli sat drinking tea with a gloomy face. Only his tightly clenched fists revealed the anxiety and anger in his heart. He had pondered over it throughout the night, unable to rest due to his concern. His plan was to come to the Ye Mansion to try and get the most critical thing from Ye Yue before helping her escape the city. Yet, he had arrived a step too late; Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li had beaten him to it. No matter how dominant Mo Jingli was in Jiangnan, here in Licheng, he was largely powerless against Mo Xiuyao. It was just as the old saying went: a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Here, in this Northwest territory, regardless of his strength, he was merely a tiger forced to lie low, a dragon compelled to coil up.
He glanced at the black-clad guards standing respectfully at the entrance. Mo Jingli's expression darkened, but he managed to suppress his rising anxiety.
