"Guard the city gate well, no one is to open it without my command."
"Yes, Junior Sister!"
Atop the city tower behind the gates of Lingyuan Governor's City, Mo Qingning, dressed in a white gown with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, was efficiently directing a few dozen sect members to block the city gate. Hearing the response of her fellow sect members below, she turned her head towards the city exterior with a triumphant expression on her face.
Just then, Hou Yuxiao arrived at the foot of the city gate with three hundred White Feather Guards.
"Miss Mo, I hope you've been well!"
Hou Yuxiao looked up at Mo Qingning on the city wall, his expression slightly strange.
This little junior sister of Zhao Qingxue had caused him some unpleasantness.
