"Uncle, what should we do now?" After leaving the Golden Throne Hall, Mo Han asked dejectedly, with a trace of despair in his voice, "His Majesty the Emperor refuses to tell us the curse, we simply can't use the Crystal Ball, have all our efforts been in vain?"
"Don't lose heart." Mo Han's uncle patted his shoulder, comforting him with a gentle tone, "Let's think of another way, there must be a solution."
"What other way could there be?" Mo Han sighed, his tone filled with helplessness, "Even His Majesty the Emperor doesn't know the curse, who else can we ask? Do we really have to stand helpless?"
"We can ask Bai Ling." Mo Han's uncle suddenly said, a light flashing in his eyes, "Isn't she from the Bai Family? Maybe she knows the secret of this curse."
"Of course!" Mo Han's eyes lit up, as if seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness, "How could I forget about her? Let's go find her, maybe she really knows something."
