In the early morning of the next day, Fire Phoenix came to the courtyard and looked through the window into the room. It saw that Feng Jiu was still asleep and Xuanyuan Mo Ze had put on his coat and walked out.
After he had shaved his beard, he had regained his handsome and resolute face once again. Without the beard, he looked younger.
He walked out and closed the door gently, then he looked at Fire Phoenix who was leaning forward and asked: "What's the matter?"
"Feng Ye is here, it turns out he's not dead." Fire Phoenix said in a low voice, but it was unable to hide its excitement in its voice. It looked through the window again and asked: "My Master is still not awake? If she heard the news she would be so happy."
"Feng Ye?" Xuanyuan Mo Ze paused, then asked: "The Old Patriarch's youngest son? You're sure?"
