Leng Xuanmo looked at his sister as he felt happy within. Sure smartness run into the family and Yumo isn't an exception. How can she figure out what even Li Zeyan couldn't get all these while
"Fine" he finally said "why don't you be the one in charge of finding the person?" He said
"Brother. Something brother Zeyan couldn't figure out you want me to do it? Why don't you do it yourself?" Yumo asked
"I am busy with the heavens net. I am waiting for the day to strike" Leng Xuanmo said
"Are you planning to meet the leader? Of you are. Then you should note he is sneaky and sly" Yumo said
"I know" Leng Xuanmo said.
"Should I tag along?" Yumo asked
"Leng Shiyan would be the one to follow"
"That's maniac?" Yumo asked
"At least better than a girl" Xuanmo said.
The door to the private room opened
Then a man walked in
Everything in the room shifted. The atmosphere, once heavy with tension, now froze beneath an unseen pressure. He didn't command attention—he absorbed it.
He was tall, his frame lean but honed, like a blade forged for precision rather than brute force. Dressed in tailored black from head to toe, not a single thread out of place, he looked like he'd stepped out of a shadow—controlled, unbending, untouchable. His coat hung open, the subtle gleam of a custom pistol holstered at his side barely visible beneath its folds.
His face was carved from silence: sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes like cold iron—still, unreadable, dangerous. There was no warmth in them, only calculation. His mouth was a thin line, the curve of it holding neither threat nor kindness—just the kind of quiet that comes before a storm.
Leng Shiyan didn't speak unless necessary. When he did, his voice was low, smooth, and edged with steel—a voice that didn't rise, but silenced others. He was the kind of man who didn't need to prove power; he simply was power. Not as dominant or revered as Leng Xuanmo, but never underestimated.
He walked like a man who knew violence—one who had delivered it and survived it. And as he moved deeper into the room, every instinct said one thing:
This was someone not to cross
"Brother Shiyan" Leng Yumo called
"Yumo" he replied curtly. The relationship between Leng Shiyan and Leng Yumo isn't that great. He like her as a younger sister and he also adore her that she had some sense than Meixuan but in Yumo side she saw him as someone to be afraid of for her brother. Although not as terrifying as her brother but she felt he is a strong opponent for her brother so the hostility
"I heard you were sick? Are you okay?" Leng Shiyan asked
"I am fine. After your sister manipulated my mother into poisoning me"
"What of sister in law?" Shiyan asked Xuanmo pretending he didn't hear Yumo's words. Yumo felt annoyed by it and she wished to put a hole into him right now but she couldn't
"I already told you about the task" Leng Xuanmo said
"I get it. I will get it done once we are back" Leng Shiyan reassured
"But why don't you do it yourself?"
"I want to confirm if it really is hard to take care of it or Li Zeyan is already getting old" Leng Xuanmo said.
Leng Shiyan smiled as he shook his head
"Why don't you ask the princess to take care of it?" He asked
"What do you think? If brother Zeyan can't solve it you think I can?" Leng Yumo asked in annoyance
"Alright princess. Stop crying" he said as Leng Yumo eyes widen in shock