Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 492 Extra Chapter: The Trial of Su Lu
Fanxue Mountain, main hall.

Morning light streamed through the window and fell on the long table covered with maps.

Mu Ningxue was discussing coastal defense matters with several core members. There was a hint of fatigue between her brows, but she remained calm and resolute.

Just then, a powerful and concealed pressure quietly descended, not hostile, but carrying an undeniable solemnity.

A figure enveloped in soft holy light appeared silently outside the hall. He was dressed in the "Holy Shadow" attire unique to the Holy City, and his aura was as restrained as an abyss. He was none other than the Holy Shadow Apostle, Ang.

The guards were on high alert, but Mu Ningxue stopped them by raising her hand.

She recognized the man; he was one of the most mysterious forces in the Holy City, directly under the command of the Archangel.

As Angle entered the hall, he did not display the arrogance of an archangel when facing Mu Ningxue. Instead, he nodded slightly, expressing the necessary respect.

"Lord Mu, I apologize for disturbing you. I am here on the orders of Lord Remiel to deliver a message to Lord Mo Fan."

His gaze swept across the hall, but he did not find Mo Fan's figure. However, the invisible pressure that seemed to merge with heaven and earth made him certain that the being was nearby.

Before Mu Ningxue could speak, a slightly lazy voice came from the side hall, accompanied by a yawn.

"Who is it, so early in the morning... Oh, someone from the Holy City?"

Mo Fan walked out, rubbing his hair. He was wearing simple casual clothes and still smelled of the sea breeze, as if he had just returned from his morning exercise.

He glanced at Ang, casually pulled up a chair and sat down, his posture as relaxed as if he were meeting a neighbor.

"What do you want from me?"

Angle's heart involuntarily tightened as he faced this seemingly ordinary young man.

He respectfully took out a letter sealed with light magic and presented it with both hands: "Lord Mofan, this is a letter from Lord Remiel. The Holy City has decided to hold a public trial of the sinner Su Lu in Holy Light Square in the near future. Su Lu's power is unpredictable and there is a risk of unforeseen events. Lord Remiel and the Holy City earnestly request that you return to the Holy City at that time to preside over the trial and set the record straight."

Mo Fan took the letter, and with a casual flick of his finger, the powerful seal of light melted away like ice and snow. He quickly glanced at the contents of the letter, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Trial of Su Lu?" He scoffed softly. "Remier certainly knows how to pick his time. Alright, I understand."

He casually placed the letter on the table, looked at Ang, and said in a calm tone that carried an undeniable power: "Go back and tell Remiel that I will return."

He didn't ask for details, didn't make any demands, and didn't even show much interest, as if he had simply agreed to attend a gathering of an old friend.

Ang was slightly taken aback, not expecting the other party to agree so readily, and he didn't need to use any of the excuses he had prepared.

He took a deep breath and bowed again: "Yes! I will deliver your reply in its entirety. The Holy City awaits your return."

Having completed his mission, Ang dared not linger. After paying his respects to Mu Ningxue once more, his figure slowly dissipated in the holy light, appearing and disappearing like the wind.

After the Holy Shadow Apostle left, Mu Ningxue looked at Mo Fan with a question in her eyes.

Mo Fan picked up the letter, a small flame flickering at his fingertips, and burned it to ashes.

"That Su Lu guy, he's been jumping around for so long, it's time for him to finish."

His tone remained calm, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "The Holy City wants to use my name to maintain order, and also to see my attitude." Mo Fan's cold gaze lasted only a moment before melting away like ice and snow.

He turned his head, and the oppressive feeling that had just terrified the Holy Shadow Apostle had vanished without a trace. In its place was a lazy smile with a hint of coquetry as he moved closer to Mu Ningxue.

"The important business is over."

He nudged Mu Ningxue lightly with his arm, lowering his voice and adopting a slightly roguish tone: "Boss, we've been disturbed so early in the morning, shouldn't we offer some compensation?"

Mu Ningxue was pondering the matter of the Holy City and Su Lu when he suddenly turned around and took a slight surprise.

The morning light shone perfectly on her profile, casting a soft glow on her exquisitely beautiful face. Her skin was as white as snow, crystal clear, as if meticulously carved from the finest mutton-fat jade.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, beneath which were a pair of eyes as clear and deep as an icy lake. At this moment, a hint of surprise made them less cold than usual, and more vividly beautiful.

Today she was wearing a well-tailored ice-blue mage robe, which, while not revealing, perfectly accentuated her tall and graceful figure.

Her chest was full and proud, yet her waist was so slender it could be encircled by a single hand. A section of her fair wrist, white as jade, peeked out from beneath the sleeves of her robe. At the slit in the hem of her robe, one could occasionally glimpse the outline of her straight and long legs, their proportions breathtakingly perfect.

She simply stood there, like a snow lotus standing alone in the world, aloof and solitary, yet exuding a breathtaking charm.

Seeing Mo Fan's smiling face as he approached, Mu Ningxue sighed helplessly, her sigh carrying a cool, icy quality.

She extended her slender index finger and pressed it against Mo Fan's forehead, which was trying to get closer.

"Don't give me that." Her voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of barely perceptible indulgence: "You know everything about Su Lu's matter and the Holy City's intentions. Still have the mind to act recklessly?"

Mo Fan wasn't annoyed by the pressure on his forehead. He took the opportunity to grab her slightly cool hand and chuckled, "Even if the sky falls, I need to replenish my energy first. Honey, just this once, otherwise I won't have the motivation to go to the Holy City."

He shook Mu Ningxue's hand, looking at her expectantly.

When Mu Ningxue met his roguish yet expectant gaze, the corners of her icy lips finally couldn't help but lift slightly into a faint arc, like a small flower quietly blooming on a snowfield, exquisitely beautiful.

She quickly glanced around, confirming that the people who had been discussing matters had already tactfully left, leaving only the two of them in the hall.

She leaned slightly forward, and like a dragonfly skimming the water, placed a cool and soft kiss on the cheek of that scoundrel.

Instantly separate.

"okay."

Mu Ningxue quickly straightened up, a faint blush crossing her beautiful face before vanishing instantly, returning her to her usual cool demeanor. However, a barely perceptible blush crept up her ears: "Go and prepare yours."

Mo Fan touched the spot where he had been kissed and smiled contentedly.

"Yes, sir! With this kiss from the leader, let alone Su Lu, I'll send even the oldest relic hidden underground in the Holy City flying!"

Watching his spirited back, Mu Ningxue gently shook her head, but a hint of warmth flowed deep in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)