Long Siye was pale and did not speak. Perhaps deep down in his heart, he knew that he had thought of it before.
Mo Zhao sighed before he replied, "Although Wu Yan had conspired against you, both of you have had an intimate relationship and can already be considered as husband and wife. She likes you…"
Long Siye interrupted him, "Her feelings for me makes me sick! If you purposely came here to say this, you may leave now!"
Mo Zhao stood with his arms folded. The bond between him and Wu Yan was through a venomous spell. All they had to do to contact each other was to read a chant. However, this technique would consume a lot of Wu Yan's spiritual power. If there were no urgent matters, she would not contact Mo Zhao in this manner. Even during the times when she did reach him, she would finish her report in a few words and would not exceed one minute.
