The Meng Mansion in the night was silent as usual. A tall middle-aged man in black was standing outside Meng Yuan's study door, reporting in a low voice, "My lord, your subordinate, Wen Ren Yuan."
"Come in." Meng Yuan's cold voice came from the door.
Wen Ren Yuan pushed open the door and entered, raised his head and asked Meng Yuan eagerly. "Uncle Wen Ren, where is Yan Mo?"
Wen Ren Yuan sighed secretly. Yan Mo had just set off for a few hours, where else could he go? However, he didn't show it on his face, he just reported in a serious tone. "Don't worry, my lord, Yan Mo has set off Wind-Chaser, a few hours ago and will be able to travel thousands of miles a day. I believe he will arrive at Momen in a few days."
Meng Yuan, whose face was always low, nodded in reply.
