Mo Yan didn't want to trouble Yang Bao, nor did she want this incident to escalate to the Government. She solemnly promised to return the Golden Beast to the mountains.
With Mo Yan's assurance, Yang Bao breathed a sigh of relief, declined her offer to stay for a meal, and hurried back home.
Worried about her father's injuries, Mo Yan temporarily set aside those distressing matters and carried a pot of freshly drawn Spirit Spring Water to Mo Qingze's courtyard.
Mo Qingze had awoken, but his injuries were not light this time, and he had lost much blood. Even sitting up required effort, so he temporarily lay on his bed without getting up.
At this moment, Mo Qingze's complexion was ashen and his brows were tightly furrowed. Not because of pain from his wound, but because he was worrying about another matter.
