"Have a seat!" The Xuanyuan Monarch gestured towards a nearby seat and then inquired directly, "Did something happen to Mo Ze?" In truth, the moment he noticed his son was absent from their arrival and observed Feng Jiu's evasiveness regarding his whereabouts, a trace of suspicion had taken root in his heart. However, he struggled to comprehend what could possibly pose a threat to someone of Mo Ze's considerable strength.
Feng Jiu nodded somberly, settled onto a chair, and began to explain, "Father, before we successfully located the children, Mo Ze was involved in an accident. It occurred during his advancement."
"Advancement?" The Xuanyuan Monarch's heart sank when he heard her words. Advancement in cultivation was never a trivial matter, often fraught with peril.
