The night was as dark as ink, swallowing everything in its blackness.
Yet the General's Mansion was brightly lit, as if the long night were perpetual day.
In the bedroom, Mo Jiuyou held his wife, Xiao He, close to him as he spoke intimately with her.
"Xiao He, with the recent political instability, I plan to have you and Yue`er go back to the Sect with Yuan first," Mo Jiuyou said softly.
Ever since he met with Hong Yuan in the morning, and after Hong Yuan had demonstrated his unparalleled potential, Mo Jiuyou had been harboring this thought.
He was not only a leading general in the field but also a True Disciple of the Phoenix Creek Sect, with some understanding of Luck Tao.
Although he lacked the means to perceive someone's fate directly, Mo Jiuyou was utterly certain that Hong Yuan possessed a grand luck, and it was flourishing, on the verge of taking off!
"Yuan?" Xiao He lifted her head, looking at her husband. "Jiuyou, what have you sensed?"
