Su Mo's words, for the most part, didn't hold any surprises.
Wan Cangxin's heart had long turned to ashes.
However, the last sentence fell upon his ears like a sudden clap of thunder.
Was Wan Yilan... truly his sister?
He turned abruptly to look at Su Mo:
"Su, the Chief of the Escort... Is there, might there be any deceit in this?"
His eyes held a desperate hope, wishing nothing more than for Su Mo to offer him a sliver of hope.
But Su Mo gently shook his head:
"At the moment, we dare not make any definitive claims, but we can take a closer look into this matter."
Wan Cangxin took a deep breath: "Please teach me, Su."
After a brief moment of contemplation and organizing his thoughts, Su Mo asked:
"Is the Night Lord, by chance, a good person?"
"..."
Wan Cangxin shook his head: "Although the Night Lord has treated me not unkindly, he is cunning and ruthless, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals.
