I couldn't help but feel an increased sense of respect for Mo Han. After dealing with his subordinates and finally shaking off the entanglement of Latin and Rock, Mo Han, led by Marco, headed toward the quarters of the female dependents in the back courtyard.

Just as he stepped into the courtyard, Mo Han heard a familiar voice drift over, “Sister Daili, your chess skills have truly improved so much. If this continues, I’ll soon be no match for you.” The moment Mo Han heard the voice, he knew it was Murong Feixue’s.

He quickly looked in the direction of the sound. There, seated in the pavilion at the center of the courtyard, were two familiar figures: Daili and Murong Feixue.

Yun Xiang was sitting between them, watching the game with a look of sheer curiosity. At that moment, Daili spoke with a laugh, “Don’t be so modest, Xue’er.

Even with all my improvement, I still lose to you. Who doesn't know that your chess prowess is famous throughout the entire Tianlong Empire?

There's no way I can catch up to you.” No sooner had Daili finished speaking than a teasing voice rang out from behind them, “That’s not necessarily true, my dear wife. You are so clever; with just a little more effort, I believe you’ll have every chance to catch up to Xue’er.” Hearing this voice, both Daili and Murong Feixue in the pavilion stiffened simultaneously and jumped up, rushing to look toward the courtyard entrance.

There, standing at the gate, was a familiar silhouette. A faint smile lingered on his face—who else could it be but the Mo Han they had longed for day and night?

Seeing Mo Han, all the beautiful women were visibly thrilled. Daili’s eyes were red-rimmed as she and Murong Feixue hurried over, their steps quick, arriving before Mo Han.

Daili, bursting with joy and emotion, managed to say, “We knew you’d be alright…” After that, the rest of the words caught in her throat. Murong Feixue, on the other hand, smiled and remarked, “Brother Mo Han, if you hadn't returned soon, I’m afraid Sister Daili would have rushed into the forbidden area of the Elven Forest to look for you.

You have no idea how worried Sister Daili has been during your absence. She could barely eat.

If the Elven Queen hadn't personally guaranteed that you would be fine, and if there hadn't been trouble here, Sister Daili would never have agreed to leave the Elven Forest.” Hearing this, Daili’s face flushed slightly as she retorted playfully, “You little gossip! You only know how to talk about me, but you forget who was sighing constantly in gloom while Brother Mo Han was gone, demanding that someone wait for him at the city gates every day.

And you dare lecture me?” At Daili’s words, Murong Feixue quickly argued her defense, “That’s not true! I wasn’t entirely worried about Brother Mo Han; I was worried for my father too.

Don’t talk nonsense, Sister.” “Heh heh. Are the two of you planning to argue about this all day right here?

I’m utterly exhausted. I fought a fierce battle with those Demon Dragon clansmen last night.

I was nearly drained to the point of collapse. Right now, my head feels terribly dizzy.” Mo Han supported his forehead, feigning a look of severe distress as he spoke.

Daili immediately asked with concern, “Are you alright? Come in and sit down quickly.” After saying that, she hurried to support one of Mo Han’s arms.

Seeing this, Mo Han smirked mischievously, “Hehe, being supported by you like this, my dear wife, already makes me feel so much better. But if you’d let me hold you for a moment, I think I could recover instantly.” With that, he reached out as if to embrace Daili.

Daili cried out in surprise and darted away, her face bright crimson. “All you ever think about is being improper!

I think those Demon Dragon clansmen should have given you a proper beating.” After saying this, she burst into laughter herself. Hearing this, Mo Han immediately put on an aggrieved expression.

“I was speaking the truth! Why don’t you believe me?” He even let out a dramatic sigh.

Murong Feixue, watching from the side, giggled, “Heh heh, who told Brother Mo Han you’re usually so frivolous? The moment we see you, we know you’re talking nonsense.

You still expect to fool us?” Hearing Murong Feixue’s words, even Mo Han started laughing, teasing her, “I know you’re the best, Xue’er. Why don’t you let me hug you, and then you’ll know if I was lying or not.” Saying this, he made a move as if to grab Murong Feixue, startling her into quickly running away, calling out as she fled, “We aren’t that foolish!

If you want a hug, hug Sister Daili! I’ll go prepare a room for you!” With that, she pulled Yun Xiang along and ran off, as if Mo Han were some sort of pervert.

Seeing this, Mo Han quickly feigned an angry expression, saying, “That girl, running so fast! Does she think I’m a lecher?

Is that really necessary?” As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Han noticed Daili staring at him with a look of mock exasperation—the meaning in her eyes was quite clear: If you’re not a lecher, then who is? Even Marco wore an expression that looked like he was trying not to laugh.

Mo Han could only give Marco an awkward look and say, “Uncle Marco, thank you for your trouble today. You should go attend to your own business.” Upon hearing this, Marco nodded respectfully, bid farewell to Mo Han and Daili, and turned to leave.

Only Daili and Mo Han remained in the courtyard. Then, Daili spoke in a soft voice, asking, “Brother Mo Han, what exactly happened to you in the Elven Forest’s forbidden area?

Why did you stay in there for so long? You don’t know how worried we were when we heard the news that you hadn’t emerged.

But I always knew you would be alright.” Her tone was filled with deep concern and trust for Mo Han. Hearing this, Mo Han gently took Daili’s small hand and began to explain his ordeal in the Elven Forbidden Land: how he encountered the elemental spirits, how he successfully advanced his cultivation, and finally, how he subdued the Little Dragon.

When Daili heard Mo Han mention the Thunder Beast, Little Dragon, she couldn't help but become curious and wanted to see what the Thunder Beast looked like. Seeing her eagerness, Mo Han shook his head and laughed, “This courtyard is too small.

If I let Little Dragon out, the flowers and grass in here would suffer. Little Dragon isn’t like Little Mo or Little Han; he can’t change the size of his body.

The Thunder Beast is simply too enormous. I’ll find an opportunity another day to properly introduce Little Dragon to you.” Jump to