C132 Helian Rong's Request

Outside of King Mo's residence, a tall, slender man dressed in a purple robe with profound stripes was gently waving a folding fan on his slender finger bones. His originally lively peach blossom eyes were now tinged with a hint of worry.

"Brother Helian, it really is you." Mo Qingge's voice was light and slightly mocking.

Helian Rong turned her head. Her eyes lit up, "Qingge