At this moment, Mo Beiyuan's expression was a little bad. His lips were pale, his eyes were dark, and he smelled of herbs.
Yunran guessed that it was because the internal injuries he had suffered to help Little Sweetcake had yet to recover.
For the past few days, Feng Chen had been healing him.
She had originally planned to ask him for a favor, but now that she saw him like this, she felt that she could not ask.
"About what?" Mo Beiyuan glanced at her indifferently, waiting for her to speak.
The words she had thought of before coming could not be used anymore. She could only change her excuse.
"I thought that since I've already come to the sect meeting, I'll go and find Yun Qingqing to take back the spiritual root. Therefore, I might have to trouble you to take care of the two little packrats for the next few days."
Mo Beiyuan's thin lips curled up slightly. "Take back the spiritual root? How do you plan to take it back?"
