As soon as Mo Ze spoke, Mo Xing's brows furrowed even deeper.
Mo Xing's dark eyes carried a distinct sharpness, "Not telling you isn't because I don't trust you, nor is it because I think you'll be a hindrance. This matter is of utmost importance, and I don't want you to get involved again, I..."
Before Mo Xing could finish, Mo Ze had already stood up, tired of listening to such meaningless words.
Watching Mo Ze's angry departure, Mo Xing's expression became even more troubled.
He sighed softly, a wistful tone in his voice, "Ze'er, you're ultimately still too young. The real threat now isn't just the Demon Sect. I'm only keeping you out to prevent you from falling into the hands of those with ulterior motives."
"If they knew you..."
Mo Xing didn't continue, a piercing gleam in his eyes, and the hands at his sides slowly clenched tightly.
Rong Yu arrived at Qiankun Tower just in time to meet Dragon King Fan Que of the Panlong Clan coming out.
