Feng Yunyi's eyes were covered with a piece of brocade and his vision was dark. Upon hearing the people of the City of Beastmen send Jun Mohuang off, he felt inexplicably frustrated.
He clenched his fists tightly.
He was blinded while she accepted everyone's gratitude and enthusiasm outside.
No, it wasn't like that. Between them, he should be high and mighty, while Jun Mohuang could only struggle in the mud forever.
"Mohuang, have a safe journey."
Finally, it was time to set off. Zi Shuilan waved at Jun Mohuang.
Gradually, the convoy from Huan Yun left, leaving only a small black dot.
Zi Shuilan looked in the direction Jun Mohuang left and chanted in his heart. Mohuang, we'll meet again soon.
On the way back, the other families in Huan Yun remained silent.
They could be said to have come with high hopes and returned in low spirits this time.
