Before long, Zhao Kunsan had informed Mu Bai. Mu Bai arrived quickly, so fast that Mo Fan had barely sipped his tea when Mu Bai walked in, his expression emotionless.
"Long time no see, 'green tea boy'," Mo Fan remarked, sizing up Mu Bai.
Mu Bai was still dressed impeccably, his hairstyle meticulously groomed, and his attire made him look like someone from a wealthy family, though it was hard to tell if it was genuine or not. However, Mo Fan noticed that Mu Bai now had less of the arrogance and pride that he once carried. Instead, he seemed more composed and mature—no doubt the events in Bo City had a significant impact on him.
According to the short man, Mu Bai had bought this entire street, which suggested he had quite the knack for business. The shops on this street weren't cheap, and many of the Bo City refugees seemed to work for him. It was rare for Mu Bai to do something good, providing a livelihood for Bo City residents so they didn't have to rely on others in foreign lands.
When Mu Bai entered, his face was emotionless, but upon hearing Mo Fan call him "green tea boy," his expression changed slightly. Clearly, Mu Bai was still his old self, just a bit less flamboyant than before.
"Since you're here, I'll call Zhou Min and we can all have a gathering tonight," Mu Bai suggested.
"That can wait," Mo Fan shook his head. "Where's your uncle, Mu He?"
Mu Bai was startled, confused as to why Mo Fan would be asking about his uncle.
"What do you need my uncle for?" Mu Bai asked.
He didn't think Mo Fan had any issues with Mu He. After all, there was no direct conflict between them, and they certainly weren't friends. So, Mu Bai couldn't understand why Mo Fan was asking.
"It's important. Can you take me to see him?" Mo Fan asked again.
Seeing the seriousness in Mo Fan's expression, Mu Bai, though puzzled, replied, "I could, but he's not in the ancient capital today."
Mo Fan frowned. Could the disaster in the ancient capital really not be avoided? If he didn't apprehend Mu He today, tomorrow the outer city might face heavy casualties.
"Why are you looking for my uncle?" Mu Bai asked.
"Come with me," Mo Fan said, walking into a room at the back of the shop.
Zhao Kunsan, watching Mo Fan's unceremonious behavior, couldn't help but grimace. But seeing Mu Bai follow without complaint, he had no choice but to silently follow as well. He guessed that Mo Fan had something important to discuss and instructed his men to wait outside.
Once inside, Mu Bai looked at Mo Fan and asked, "What's this all about? Just tell me."
"I was the one who captured Yu Ang and killed him with my own hands," Mo Fan said.
At the mention of Yu Ang, Mu Bai's face darkened.
Memories began to flood Mu Bai's mind.
The fact that Yu Ang was a member of the Black Vatican only became known to Mu Bai's mother recently. Mu Bai remembered her sighing, saying that if Mu Zhuoyun hadn't taken Yu Ang under his wing and recommended him, Yu Ang would never have lived a comfortable life. Now, with Mo Fan bringing this up, Mu Bai couldn't shake the bad feeling growing inside him.
"From Yu Ang, I learned about your uncle. To put it simply, the reason Yu Ang became Mu Zhuoyun's lapdog was because of your uncle. And your uncle... is also part of the Black Vatican," Mo Fan revealed.
The moment Mo Fan said this, Mu Bai's face turned grim.
Even Zhao Kunsan, who had just walked in, was shocked beyond belief. He never imagined he'd hear such an explosive revelation!
"You..."
Before Mu Bai could say anything, Mo Fan continued, "I know your uncle has been good to you, and this is hard to accept. But the reason I'm telling you this is because Bo City was just a test ground. The Black Vatican's real target is this ancient capital! Do you want to witness the same tragedy that happened in Bo City repeat itself here?"
"I..."
Mu Bai fell silent. He didn't want that at all. No decent mage with a shred of humanity would ever want to see such a catastrophe happen again.
"But my uncle really isn't here right now," Mu Bai said. "He left the ancient capital some time ago, saying he was off to do some business."
"Then I'll have to go see Han Ji," Mo Fan decided.
"The chairman of the Bell Tower Magic Association, Han Ji!?" Zhao Kunsan was stunned. To him, Han Ji was a figure of unimaginable power and influence.
"Mo Fan, do you really think you can meet him just like that?" Zhao Kunsan said, incredulous.
Indeed, while Mo Fan had grown stronger, he was still just a small figure compared to someone of Han Ji's stature. Meeting someone like the chairman of the Bell Tower Magic Association wasn't something that just anyone could do.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Mu Bai asked, concerned.
"I wasn't completely certain before coming to the ancient capital, but now I'm fully convinced," Mo Fan nodded.
"But how will you meet Chairman Han Ji?" Mu Bai asked.
"Unless I storm the Bell Tower Magic Association, there's almost no other way," Mo Fan admitted.
This was the reality of being too low on the totem pole. Even if you knew the truth, warning those at the top was nearly impossible. For Mo Fan, trying to approach the Magic Court or other authorities would be futile, as they wouldn't believe a mere young mage like him.
"Are you out of your mind? Do you know what the Bell Tower Magic Association is?! You could be killed on the spot!" Zhao Kunsan almost jumped in fright.
It was terrifying to even think about. Storming the Bell Tower Magic Association was practically a death sentence. The consequences would be dire.
"We can't just sit and wait for another Bo City to happen, can we?" Mo Fan responded calmly.
He then turned to the two sisters, Liu Xian and Liu Ru, who had accompanied him.
"Liu Xian, Liu Ru, you both stay here. If something happens to me, wait until the chaos starts, and then come find me," Mo Fan instructed.
Though the sisters were worried, they obediently nodded. They never disobeyed Mo Fan's orders. Their blood bond with him made them incapable of defiance.
It could be said that these two were as loyal and devoted as contracted beasts.
(End of Chapter)