The man's expression was complex. He took a deep look at Tong Ran's face, then turned his gaze away.
The Man in Black supported his arm, "Young Master..."
Mo Nanjue raised his handsome eyes, "Where is Luo Xiao?"
"Are you asking me?" Upon hearing this, Mo Beiyan looked around, then slapped his head, "Which hall was that..."
The nearby subordinate quickly reminded, "Young Master Yan, it's East Hall."
"Yes, yes, East Hall," Mo Beiyan nodded, "Wasn't it blown up? He should have gone there, but should be back soon."
Mo Nanjue did not speak; he lowered his head slightly as his breathing began to become rapid.
"Young Master?" Li Qin reached out to push the Man in Black aside, his hand reached down but was brushed away when it touched the wound on the man's abdomen, "Young Master, your injury..."
Li Qin lifted his hand up to look at it; the blood was actually black.
This...
