Mo Huasong remembered that Lu Yunyi, back in the days, was a master swordsman, always dressed in white, holding a sword in both hands, and standing behind him.
She liked him, but he had never been involved with her, treating her only as a maid.
That was because all of his affection was already placed on Liu Lanxi.
But now that he had found Liu Lanxi, she had announced her departure for a mission right after her strength had increased. She did not say goodbye in person, but left a note, which made him very angry.
So angry that he often drank, trying to drown his sorrows in wine.
Suddenly, the round jade on his chest began to tremble again. This vibration made him feel uncomfortable, as if he was being greatly oppressed and couldn't move.
"This damn thing, how many spirit stones does it need to consume?" Mo Huasong thought to himself angrily.
But now he had no choice, he had to put spirit stones into his pocket.
