After a few days of turmoil in Happiness City, Nan Yu Miao appeared. When they saw that sullen face, the people of Happiness City remembered that they hadn't seen him for a long time.
"Have you still not found the Young City Lord?" Nan Yu Miao's voice was hoarse with a sense of chill.
"No, the people who left with the Young City Lord that night are all dead. We don't even know what he went to do." The Head Steward said.
Nan Yu Miao's face sank: "Didn't you ask him?"
"I did, but the Young Master said that this matter is uncertain, so he had to go and see for himself. If it is true, then he can give the City Lord a big gift. Before he could be sure, he didn't want to say what the matter was about." The Head Steward replied.
He didn't tell anyone where he had gone or who his target was. Now everyone around him was dead, there was no clue as to who had captured him at all.
