"Is this Baihua Valley? But since it's called a valley, it wouldn't be on a lake, would it?"
Looking at the simple wooden bridge winding towards an island blooming with various flowers, Feng Yuan felt puzzled just as, in Mo Li's study,
"You're saying there's been an unknown person enticing passersby on the small island in East Lake?"
"Exactly, and it's not just passersby—two of our patrol teams have disappeared on the island."
"Haven't you sent people to surround and annihilate them?"
Mo Li looked skeptically at the general before him, who said helplessly,
"We tried, but no one could penetrate their black mist."
"Not even with a joint military formation? What could their objective possibly be..."
"Young Master, are you interested in accompanying me to the island to appreciate the flowers?"
Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Feng Yuan tilted his head and said,
"Why would you knowingly court death?"
"Young Master, what are you talking about?"
