Mo Lian swiftly turned away and exited the prison cell, his gaze briefly settling on Duan Yue's smug expression as he pursed his thin lips. "What's going on?"
"Could it be that the Night Pavilion's underlings have never rebelled before?" Mo Lian mused, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his tone. He couldn't help but think about the absurd names the Crown Prince had come up with, starting from Ao'ye and Xiao'ye at night…
"Humph," Crown Prince Mo replied, his pride evident as he turned to leave.
But then, the terrified screams of Jin Chaoyang reached their ears. "Let me out! What do you want? Don't lock me up here! Please, don't! Where are you taking me? Kill me! Kill me!"
"Shut up," Duan Yue snapped, his gaze icy as he silenced Jin Chaoyang. With a sly smile, he added, "For now, all I need is your cooperation and a bit of your blood."
