And Mo Han, over there, had already concluded his fight. Those Lion-men soldiers were utterly stunned into silence by Mo Han’s successive magical assaults. In their experience, mages could usually only wield one type of magic; how could this Mo Han suddenly switch from Fire to Water, two inherently opposing elements? It completely overturned their understanding. Furthermore, Mo Han launched his spells far faster than an ordinary mage, coupled with his exquisite control over the magic, which utterly decimated their will to fight, leaving them standing there dumbfounded.

Mo Ke, on the other hand, was paralyzed with shock. Hadn't the Second Prince said the envoy arriving this time was just a powerless Priest? He’d assumed there would be an easy target to exploit, but instead, they were facing a mage—a terrifyingly abnormal mage at that.

Not knowing what to do, he could only stand there frozen.

Just then, a clamor erupted from the periphery, rapidly advancing toward their location. As the noise drew nearer, Mo Ke realized it was Liam and his group, who had departed earlier. A cold understanding washed over him: his mission had utterly failed. At that moment, Liam’s voice rang out from within the crowd: “Who are you, daring to disturb our Beast Tribe’s honored guests? Get lost now, or do you wish to be captured?” Hearing Liam’s pointed call, Mo Ke was no fool; Liam was giving him a chance to retreat. Without hesitation, he signaled his subordinates behind him, and the group swiftly departed.

Liam then staged a performance, rushing over to Mo Han and inquiring, “Envoy, I trust you suffered no harm? Earlier, my carriage was startled by those reckless Lion-men and bolted. My personal guards were focused solely on saving me and forgot to protect the Envoy. Damnable, I shall certainly mete out severe punishment to them.”

Mo Han knew this was just an excuse, but it was an exceptionally poor one.

Yet, Mo Han didn't expose him, merely stating blandly, “Oh? I hadn't realized your Porcupine-steeds were so timid, even more fearful than our human horses. Aren’t Porcupines reputed to have exceedingly brave temperaments? It seems your few are truly a rare breed, Lord.”

Hearing Mo Han’s barbed words, Liam was enraged but dared not speak. The instructions from his direct superior still echoed in his ears; if he truly sabotaged his master’s plans, the consequences were unimaginable. He could only manage a few awkward laughs and reply, “Perhaps the Envoy speaks the truth. It seems I must exchange these Porcupines when I return. For now, let us make haste to the town ahead to rest.”

Mo Han, hearing this, said no more. He understood the wisdom of knowing when to cease pressing. He smiled and replied, “Then I shall trouble you, Lord Liam.”

With that, he turned and boarded the carriage with young Mo.

Liam stared intently at Mo Han’s receding back, muttering internally, Enjoy your smugness for a few more days. Once you reach the capital, Behemoth City, I’ll watch you meet a miserable end.

The journey was relatively smooth, and they soon arrived at the small town Liam had mentioned.

They casually found lodgings in a small inn.

Mo Han returned to his room and immediately began meditating.

Midway through his meditation, Mo Han’s eyes snapped open, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He gently opened the window, immediately casting a Flight spell, deftly evading the Beast Tribe patrol soldiers, and soaring out of town.

Not long after, Mo Han arrived at a small hillock outside the settlement. Landing softly, Mo Han spoke aloud with delight, “My Holy Maiden, since you’re here, why hide? Come out.”

As Mo Han’s voice faded, two figures emerged from behind the mound: the Holy Maiden of Light, Shui Ling’er, and standing beside her, the inscrutable Judgment Knight, Lyle.

Shui Ling’er spoke, her melodious voice carrying, “It’s a wonder you even remembered me. You aren't entirely terrible after all.”

Mo Han thought inwardly, Great. You’re broadcasting such an obvious aura of Light; it would be hard not to know it was you. If I didn’t, I’d truly be an idiot.

Yet, he still smiled and replied outwardly, “How could I ever forget you, Ling’er? Ever since you left, I’ve thought of you every day. Truly.”

Hearing his teasing words, Shui Ling’er’s face flushed slightly, and she chided him, “Look at you, still babbling nonsense. It seems your spirits are quite high.”

Lyle, standing beside Shui Ling’er, then spoke up, “Holy Maiden, you converse with Brother Mo Han here. I shall step aside and keep watch for you.”

Without waiting for Shui Ling’er’s reply, he departed.

Seeing this, Mo Han couldn't help but secretly admire Lyle’s astuteness—knowing to leave some space for him and the Holy Maiden.

Could he be hoping for something to happen between me and the Maiden? Mo Han mused wickedly in his mind.

If Lyle knew Mo Han’s current thoughts, he would likely seize Mo Han and beat him senseless.

Shui Ling’er noticed Mo Han suddenly falling silent, wearing a strange smile, and asked curiously, “What’s wrong with you? Did you suddenly go mute, just standing there grinning foolishly?”

Hearing Shui Ling’er’s question, Mo Han quickly recovered and said, “Hehe, nothing. I was just contemplating how Uncle Lyle maintains himself to look so young and handsome. I must ask him for his secret.”

Shui Ling’er knew Mo Han was talking nonsense and mocked him, “What? Have you finally realized you’re getting old and need to worry about your appearance? Aren’t you always supremely confident in your looks?” Mo Han smiled and replied, “I’m still quite satisfied with my looks now. Haven’t you heard of preparing for a rainy day? Foolish woman.”

Hearing Mo Han’s sophistry, Shui Ling’er knew she wouldn't win an argument with him and decided not to waste her breath, saying lazily, “I know you can talk; I just can’t be bothered to argue.”

Mo Han chuckled, “Right, how did you find your way here? Shouldn’t you be in the Holy City?” Hearing Mo Han’s question, Shui Ling’er’s expression immediately shifted to one of deep concern. “You ask that? Your diplomatic mission to the Beast Tribe is now known across the entire continent. How could I not come?” Mo Han looked puzzled. “What does that have to do with you coming to the Beast Tribe?” Shui Ling’er countered, “Are you truly ignorant, or are you pretending? Do you think the Beast Tribe is easy to deal with? The fact that they agreed to your visit is clearly a trap, yet you still foolishly jump in. I truly don't understand how someone usually so clever as you can be so dense now.”

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