The conversation between the two remained unfinished.
Mo Chen stopped speaking and just stared blankly outside the hall.
That was the direction Dongmen Nu left, also the direction Lin Fan left.
The sky gradually darkened.
Unconsciously, night fell.
It was only then that Mo Chen snapped back to reality.
He didn't know if he had forgotten or done it on purpose.
Without greeting Feng Qingshui beside him, he stood up directly, looking listless.
Dragging his feet, he walked towards the direction of the sleeping palace.
"Clan Leader..."
Feng Qingshui suddenly stood up and called out.
But Mo Chen, as if having lost his soul, didn't hear it at all, and his silhouette slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Feng Qingshui's expression was somewhat peculiar and complex.
He tightly clenched his fist, watching the slowly disappearing figure of Mo Chen.
Suddenly.
He loosened his hand, like a deflated balloon, utterly powerless.
He staggered a bit.
