Today, someone deliberately lured him to Mingding Mountain, and they even kidnapped Qin Qin—all of it targeted at him. The events of that year and Mo Haoxuan were inseparably linked; this time too must be related to him.
Mo Haoxuan, he didn't kill him, yet he dared to provoke him actively.
Deep within Mingding Mountain lay a dilapidated building, a remnant of some long-gone dynasty. Near it was an abyssal cliff, instilling fear in those who beheld it.
"What courage! Worthy of Master Mo!"
Mo Yunchen stood deep in the mountains of Mingding Mountain, not far from an abandoned house, where over a dozen people surrounded it. A tall man sat at the doorway, his face obscured by a mask.
After the masked man had finished speaking, he applauded, celebrating Mo Yunchen's bravery.
"Master Mo is truly devoted, risking his own safety for his fiancée. Admirable, indeed."
The man cackled sinisterly, a voice changer around his neck.
"Mo Haoxuan, where is Qinqin?"
