In the evening, Guan Xiyun still sent Chen Mo back to the ancient castle.
Chen Mo, not being a child, didn't consider hiding from a bit of trouble to be manly—when disaster strikes, one shouldn't hide but rather solve the problem. However, this had to wait until Su Chenghui returned.
As soon as he arrived, Chen Mo ran into Xi Yah.
He didn't know many people here. Although the servants in the castle recognized him, that wasn't saying much.
Upon seeing Xi Yah, that sense of familiarity came back to Chen Mo instantly.
"You?"
Chen Mo stopped mid-sentence. If he couldn't recognize Xi Yah when she was wearing a mask, now, face to face, he certainly couldn't fail to recognize her. He had begun to get familiar with her aura.
Xi Yah's face turned red: "It's me... but I wasn't there to catch you, I was there to save you."
"You were there to save me? Back in the room..."
"Don't tell anyone! At that time, my people had taken control of the place, so I thought..."
