Feng Xuan directly made a throat-slitting gesture, his gaze sharp, with a lurking murderous aura.
Nangong Mo thought for a moment, then, out of some consideration, temporarily stopped Feng Xuan, "No rush."
If the lord says no rush, then no rush.
Feng Xuan thought for a moment and reported, "My lord, Young General Shen visited the Prince's mansion right after entering the capital, but was turned away."
Nangong Mo's eyes turned cold, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "He really dares to come!"
Feng Xuan silently looked up at the sky, reached out, and touched his nose: he seemed to sense an unusual murderous aura? The kind that arises when rivals in love meet exceptionally 'friendly'...
Suddenly, he was startled to realize that a cold gaze was locked onto him, making Feng Xuan shiver all over and immediately stand straight in attention.
"My lord, I have another matter to report!"
Nangong Mo squinted his eyes, his voice chilly, "Speak."
