That's why his mother simply didn't know what cultivation realm he was in right now.
It seemed like in her eyes, a grand mystic cultivator was the most ultimately impressive cultivator…
Only after eating dinner with his mother and listening to her nag for a while longer did Duan Yue return to the Nanqiao Palace.
After he spent the entire night cultivating in the inner palace until dawn, a manager eunuch came to bring him to bathe and dress.
It was already evident that this day would be extremely busy and filled with overelaborate formalities.
—-Duan Yue's section break—-
The sky had only just brightened.
Crown Prince Mo and Miss Qiao's figures appeared together by the side of the empty road.
Qiao Mu gazed coldly at the black carriage that was parked by the side of the road. Just as she was about to go up, Mo Lian gripped her wrist gently.
