Yun Qishen

Chapter 2320 Hatred
On the day Mo He emerged from seclusion, he didn't bother to stabilize his ghostly power and rushed to Mo Tianlan's residence.

"Tianlan! I've emerged from seclusion! Tianlan!"

Mo He pushed open Mo Tianlan's door, his face still flushed from the blush that hadn't faded since he came out of seclusion, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and joy.

But Mo Tianlan's room was empty, with no sign of her at all.

Mo He's smile froze slightly. He turned around and with a wave of his hand, pulled out a semi-transparent ghost beast.

"Third Young Master..."

The ghost beast trembled in fear of Mo He's imposing aura, unable to speak coherently. It was also terrified of Mo He's unrefined ghostly power and unconsciously took two steps back.

"Where is Tianlan?" Mo He's voice deepened. "Has she not returned from her travels yet?"

The ghost beast lowered its head and replied softly, "Not...not yet."

"Where did she go? Did she send any message?" Mo He clenched his fists, tightening his grip even more.

"I went to... that... Fengnan. They said there's a secret realm there..." the ghost beast began, trembling. "Because it's a once-in-a-millennium event... so Miss Biao said she wanted to go and see it."

“Fengnan…isn’t that the territory of the immortals?” Mo He frowned, his face growing increasingly gloomy. “She went there alone? This woman is really worrying.”

"It's...it's a person..." The ghost beast lowered its head and its voice grew softer and softer, as if afraid of saying something wrong.

"How many days has she been gone?" Mo He pressed.

"It's been about two months..."

I'm going to find her—

Mo He shook off the demonic beast and turned to leave. Just then, a messenger disciple arrived in front of Mo He.

"Third Young Master, the elders say they want you to go to the Elders' Council."

Mo He clicked his tongue in annoyance, his voice full of impatience, "Fine, I know, I know."

Before leaving, he turned to look at the ghost beast guarding Mo Tianlan, then took out a pair of exquisitely carved walnuts from his sleeve. "Hey! Remember to give these walnuts to Miss Biao when she returns."

"Yes, Third Young Master."

The ghost beast accepted the walnuts with both hands and watched Mo He and the messenger disciple stride away.

As the two of them reached the corner of the courtyard, Mo He overheard several Mo family disciples whispering among themselves.

"Have you heard?" a high-pitched voice asked in a low voice.

"You mean Miss Biao's matter?" another voice interjected.

"That's right..."

"It seems the Third Young Master doesn't know yet." "The Third Young Master values ​​Miss Biao so much... this matter..."

Mo He's eyebrows twitched. He pushed aside the messenger disciple who was leading the way, strode over, and asked in a serious and cold voice, "You're all gossiping a lot. What exactly happened?"

The Mo family disciples, caught off guard by Mo He's sudden appearance, were startled, their faces turning pale. "This..."

"Nothing happened, Third Young Master. You must have misheard."

Mo He stared at them, an ominous glint in his eyes. "Speak!!"

Finally, a bold disciple of the Mo family spoke up tremblingly, "Miss Biao... Miss Biao has defected with a ghost beast."

"Defected?" Mo He's pupils contracted sharply, as if he didn't understand the meaning of those words.

“That’s right… she betrayed the Mo family!” The Mo family disciple’s voice grew softer and softer, almost disappearing into the ground.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Mo He grabbed the Mo family disciple by the collar and lifted him up, his voice hoarse with anger. "How could she betray us with a ghost beast! What did the Mo family ever do to wrong her?!"

"Third Young Master—uh—" The Mo family disciple's face turned purple as Mo He pinched him.

"He'er".

Mo Wangchuan's voice came from behind, neither loud nor soft, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured over Mo He's head.

Mo He's hands trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth and turned slightly to look at Mo Wangchuan. "Father."

"Greetings, Elder!" The remaining Mo family disciples hurriedly knelt down and bowed, while also pleading for mercy for the Mo family disciple that Mo He had captured.

Mo Wangchuan waved his hand, signaling the disciples to step back for the time being. His gaze returned to Mo He, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes. "Quickly put him down."

"Hmph!" Mo He snorted coldly, released his grip, and flung the Mo family disciple away.

Mo Wangchuan approached Mo He, his voice calm: "You've just come out of seclusion, your ghostly power is unstable, so don't get too worked up."

Mo He's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turning white and drained of blood. "Father, you knew about this all along?"

"He'er, she's just a woman!" Mo Wangchuan didn't answer Mo He directly; Mo He's stubbornness was almost at its peak.

"She's a woman of the Mo family, she's mine!" Mo He's voice rose several decibels, his eyes bloodshot. "She's someone I've got my hands on! Whether she can escape the Mo family or not is up to me!"

"Mo He!" Mo Wangchuan's voice turned deep.

"I'll go find that monster right now, kill it, and bring her back!" Mo He turned to leave.

"Mo He, I've told you! Don't do this for a woman!" Mo Wangchuan's voice finally carried a hint of murderous intent and indifference.

Mo He stopped, his back to Mo Wangchuan, his voice filled with stubbornness and undisguised hatred, "Father! This has nothing to do with love, it's just that I feel so ashamed! Our Mo family cannot bear such humiliation!"

Mo Wangchuan remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed softly and watched Mo He run towards the entrance of the mountain gate.