Mo Yujian's chest was burning in flame as he growled out an order. "Bring Lian Jue to my face right now!" His temper rose to his head, and his eyes turned red, causing him unable to see Mo Yuhan's shocked and frightened expression.
He pulled his hand out of Mo Yuhan's grasp quite harshly and strolled outside, carrying a storm in his every step. His face was so dark that ink could drop out of it. No one dared to speak, only scrawled away and shuffling in chaos to bid his orders.
The news bearing shadow guard returned with a timid face.
Hai Feng almost slapped him away by instinct. No matter what, when he returned, he would always bring with them news that wasn't good for their hearts. If this continued further, he feared that Mo Yujian would lose control soon.
He took a deep breath and had just wanted to pull the person away to talk privately when Mo Yujian noticed him.
His expression tensed, anxiety laced his tone. "What?"
