Li Mutian watched Han Ziye's departing figure, inexplicably feeling a bit sad inside.
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something to the Monarch Yulong, but ultimately, he said nothing.
Li Mutian sighed softly, then headed towards the alley Han Ziye had just pointed out.
As soon as he stepped into the alley, the Eldest Young Master of the Li Family felt dizzy, the whole world began to spin, and Li Mutian's vision went dark as he left this space he could never quite fit into.
When Li Mutian's consciousness returned, he found himself lying at the entrance of the Han Family Ancestral Hall.
Li Mutian frowned, propping himself up with his hands, slowly getting up from the ground.
The sky was getting darker, Li Mutian raised his hand to glance at the luxury watch on his wrist; it was already early morning.
Li Mutian kicked something at his feet, making a clattering sound.
Li Mutian bent down to take a look, and was dumbfounded.
