The chilly moonlight shone upon the clear green ripples in the pond.
The little stoic turned around, and her cold, bright eyes were fixed on that woman who was sitting weakly on the ground. She did not disguise the electrifying chill in her eyes.
"I let you off last time, yet you dare appear in front of me again." The little stoic spoke coldly, "Ye Lingmin, today I will act on behalf of the sect to rid you…"
Qiao Mu suddenly halted and looked past the streaming moonlight to where Mo Lian was.
"Hubby?" The little fellow finally noticed her dear sullen-faced hubby. She flitted to the man's side and looked up at him. "How come you have come."
"Ha ha." Feng Chen the Great facepalmed weakly and commented, "Instead of sleeping, you ran to the red-light district in the middle of the night. It'd be strange if Mo Lian could sit still!"
