"You seem to be having quite a good time these days," Mo clucked in approval, making faces at Li Yan, "How long have you two been together?"
After sitting with them for a while, Lady Dan found an excuse to go into the kitchen, leaving Li Yan and Mo at the dining table alone.
"I moved out over a month ago. I come back occasionally."
"Tsk, tsk."
Mo shook his head, seemingly regretting something.
"Did you know Qin An is dead?"
Mo asked.
"I've heard rumors."
Li Yan picked up an orange and started peeling it, pulling strips of white pith in his hands.
"That was a fruit from the early Tang Dynasty era, not unlike an ancient Chinese mythological novel, coded Luo Jiazi Six."
Li Yan broke the whole orange in half, juice splattering everywhere.
"Qin An died due to a sudden outbreak of Sifan's power, leaving nothing but ash. More than forty of his fellow Proxy Travelers were killed, none spared."
Li Yan's eyes flickered as if he was recalling something.
