Feng Qingshui paced back and forth in the main hall, his eyebrows knitted into a tight rope, hands nervously rubbing behind his back, palms slick with sweat.
Changliu Mountain was eerily silent.
The several scouts he sent to gather information also disappeared without a trace.
He had no idea what had happened.
He didn't know if Mo Clan Leader was in trouble.
At the thought of these things, a heavy stone in his heart hung precariously, filling him with unease.
If something really happened to Mo Ningxiang, how would he explain it to Mo Chen? How could he face the people of the Xuan Clan?
Please let there be no trouble.
Please don't let there be any trouble!
Feng Qingshui muttered in his heart, closing his eyes and silently praying.
"Old Feng, why so tense?"
Suddenly.
A familiar voice echoed in the main hall.
Feng Qingshui snapped his eyes open, staring blankly in that direction.
"Fifth Sword Emperor?!"
