Mo Yan paced back and forth at the palace gate all the time.
He didn't relax until he saw Mo Bai returning.
He stepped forward to greet him.
But he saw Mo Bai looking dejected and crestfallen.
Mo Yan knew clearly that Mo Bai must have failed to get a good result from that woman.
"How did it go?"
"Nothing."
"What about the plan?"
Mo Bai remained silent.
In his mind,
the words Zhao Shuning had said to him flashed by quickly.
She said,
she hoped he would stop, hoped he would put an end to it.
But,
she would not choose him.
Mo Bai raised his head.
His red lips parted slightly, and two simple words slipped out.
"As planned."
Mo Yan let out a sigh of relief.
Mo Bai seemed to be out of strength at this moment and walked into the palace.
Qing Feng came back from outside. He had investigated something and wanted to report it to Mo Bai, but was stopped by Mo Yan.
"The young master is in a bad mood now. Don't bother him with these things."
Qing Feng nodded.
Then he told Mo Yan what Mo Bai had asked him to investigate a few days ago.
After listening,
Mo Yan's face also looked a bit solemn.
"God Seat, should we...?"
Mo Yan shook his head.
"I'm afraid he already knows the result. You may step down first."
"Yes."
Qing Feng stepped down.
Mo Yan looked at the magnificent palace behind him.
He let out a sigh and walked inside.
Over the past few hundred years, the remaining soldiers of their Loulan had fled to the Ghost Realm and lost their homeland. Although the place they lived in was well - decorated inside, from the overall appearance outside, it was just dilapidated walls.
After lying low for so long,
he would never allow anyone to disrupt their plan.
That woman,
was a variable.
Her influence on Mo Bai was really great.
Moreover,
what was the matter with the red lotus between her eyebrows?
Was there any connection between the Ningning in Mo Bai's mouth and the former Yan'er?
Also,
Luo Qiu was such a proud and cold - blooded person. How could she be willing to submit to that woman?
If he had heard correctly before, Luo Qiu addressed that woman as "Miss"?
Was she actually willing to be a maid?
And that monk.
Although they had never fought against each other,
it was not difficult to tell from his aura that the monk's cultivation was definitely not low.
Maybe he had hundreds of years of foundation.
Logically speaking,
since more than five hundred years ago, the people in the Ghost Realm had been secretly collecting souls.
For a superior cultivator like the monk, they should not have let him go.
How did he escape the pursuit of the Ghost Realm and survive until now?
"God Seat, this is the soul of the King of the Eastern Continent."
At this moment,
Bai Zhi came in.
She handed a soul in her hand to Mo Yan.
In her eyes,
there even flashed a trace of reluctance.
Mo Yan was so suspicious and meticulous that he naturally noticed it.
"What, reluctant?"
"I wouldn't dare, my lord. This is what I should do."
"You're injured?"
Bai Zhi's face seemed a bit pale.
"Yes. I was tricked by that woman Dongfang Ruoxi."
"That woman is in such a state, and yet she could still trick you?"
Mo Yan's tone was a bit skeptical.
But then he understood.
The battles between women were always full of hidden undercurrents. No matter what they had experienced, the soul of the King of the Eastern Continent was now in his hands, which was a great help.
Bai Zhi lowered her head and didn't say a word.
Mo Yan said, "I thought it was the King of the Eastern Continent who injured you."
"He—he didn't."
"That's quite unexpected." Mo Yan placed his hand on Bai Zhi's right wrist, checked it, and frowned.
"Your spiritual power has been temporarily sealed?"
Bai Zhi nodded.
"Dongfang Ruoxi used herself as a bait. At the cost of her own life, she used such a method to prevent me from taking action against Dongfang Yinuo for the time being."
"Dongfang Yinuo is her daughter. Naturally, she would plan everything for her." Even if it meant sacrificing her own life.
"God Seat, what should we do next? There is another cultivator beside Dongfang Yinuo."
"Who?"
"Xia Jingning, the heir of the Sea Spirit Kingdom."
Xia Jingning?
With the surname Xia?
Mo Yan showed a strange expression on his face and broke into a smile.
"God Seat, now that you're back, do you want to go to the Princess Mansion and take the souls of the two of them together?"
Mo Yan shook his head.
"We can't do it for the time being."
Among the various states they had summoned, there were many spiritual pharmacists and alchemists in the Sea Spirit Kingdom. If they killed Xia Jingning, the heir of the Sea Spirit Kingdom at this time, they were afraid that the morale of the army would be unstable, and the cultivators in the Sea Spirit Kingdom would be resentful.
"Keep this matter a secret for the time being."
"Yes, I understand, my lord."
"You may step down first."
"Yes, my lord."
Bai Zhi stepped down.
Mo Yan looked at the soul in his hand and sneered, "Love is really a strange thing. You, the King of the Eastern Continent, are at least a king of a state, but in the end, you died at the hands of a woman with her spiritual power sealed. It's really laughable, laughable—"
As he spoke further,
Mo Yan's voice
carried a touch of desolation.
He looked into the palace.
Then he thought of himself.
Or perhaps,
he thought he was also laughable.
He hoped that Mo Bai would not let him down. He wanted the iron cavalry of Loulan to trample every corner of the Nine - Continent Continent. He, Mo Yan, wanted to become the ruler of the Nine - Continent Continent and become the "god" in people's mouths.
He injected the soul of the King of the Eastern Continent into the scimitar.
Mo Yan took a step and entered the palace.
People, throughout their lives,
are all after so - called fame and fortune.
If everyone could let go of the fetters of feelings in their hearts, there should be countless people who could achieve great things.
But,
such a world
should also become terrifying.
Nightfall
quietly descended.
Mo Bai went to the top of the imperial city alone.
He had been standing there
for more than an hour.
Mo Yan couldn't bear to watch and followed him up.
He could see that Mo Bai's gaze was always fixed on the camp more than ten miles away.
Although he clearly couldn't see anything, Mo Bai never shifted his gaze.
Until Mo Yan spoke.
"Don't worry. Those things will surely be ours one day."
Mo Bai lowered his head.
His face looked extremely gloomy.
"Mo Bai, you are my son. I know you well. You made the right decision. At this time, don't be bewitched by a woman. When we obtain the power of the Millennium Stone Soul, you will get whatever you want. The world will submit at our father - and - son's feet."
Mo Yan spoke with high ambition.
But in Mo Bai's heart,
there were not many ripples.
"Father—"
"Hmm?"
"What has been the most important thing for you in the past more than five hundred years?"
"Of course, it is to make our Loulan prosperous and become the ruler of the Nine - Continent Continent. Wherever we go, we can see the flag of Loulan."
"Then, Father, have you ever encountered something more important? Or, have you ever encountered something that disrupted your plan?"
Mo Yan was stunned.
The woman in a scarlet gauze dress with iron bells on her ankles. Every frown and smile of hers was deeply engraved in Mo Yan's mind.
She had once asked him the same question.
Was ambition really that important?
That was also the only time he had ever wavered in his firm heart under the gaze of those sincere and bright eyes.
"Father, have you?"
"No."