C8 He Went to the Female Lead's House

Mo Rann, a core disciple at Dust Ending Palace, was one of two prodigies vying for the position of Young Palace Lord.

He was also a prominent member of the Mo family, the direct grandson of the Second Elder, wielding considerable influence within the palace.

Dust Ending Palace was dominated by two major factions: the Yeh family and the Mo family. The Palace Master was traditionally chosen from these two powerful lineages.

"But Young Master, Yeh Hongchen is the Palace Master's..." Mo Yue, trailing behind Mo Rann, began with hesitation.

With a sharp glance, Mo Rann silenced him, "Don't worry, I'll shoulder the consequences if anything goes wrong."

"Yes! I'll make the preparations immediately," Mo Yue responded, quickly departing to carry out his orders.

Watching Yeh Hongchen's figure fade into the distance, Mo Rann's eyes narrowed into thin slits, "If I can't defeat you, I'll nip your threat in the bud."

Unbeknownst to Yeh Hongchen, a silent and deadly plot against him was already unfolding.

The journey continued without conversation.

Nearly an hour later, the outline of a modest city came into view, appearing somewhat worn.

Of course, to Yeh Hongchen's discerning eye, the city was neither small nor truly dilapidated.

"We're almost there, Junior Sister Yun," Yeh Hongchen announced, signaling Yihu to decelerate.

The thrill of accompanying the story's heroine was fleeting; lingering too long would only backfire.

Moreover, Yeh Hongchen had come to a startling realization during their journey—the heroine was as flat as an airstrip, leaving him utterly disinterested.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Hongchen. I'm in your care," Yun Qingxue said softly, releasing her grip from Yeh Hongchen's hand with a hint of reluctance.

"It's nothing, just a minor task," Yeh Hongchen replied with a casual smile.

Indeed, for Yeh Hongchen, it was a trivial matter.

With a whoosh, Yihu soared over Luoyang City, drawing the gaze of the soldiers below. Unable to take flight themselves, they were powerless to intervene.

"Hurry! A Demon Beast has breached the city! Fire..." barked a lieutenant, poised to command, when suddenly a hand smacked down on his helmeted head.

"Back off, back off, back off! Can't you see there's someone up there? We don't want to mess with anyone who has a mount like that, got it?"

...

As Yihu made his grand entrance into Luoyang City, soaring unhidden at a low altitude, he instantly became the center of attention.

Onlookers were abuzz when they realized Yihu was making a beeline for the Yun family—one of the city's three major clans. Speculation ran wild: had the Yun family offended some high-ranking individual, or perhaps they had managed to forge a connection with one?

Some, unable to resist the pull of the spectacle, made a beeline for the Yun family's residence themselves.

At the gates of the Yun family.

The guards were visibly startled upon seeing Yihu and his rider, with one bolting inside to alert their superiors.

Whoosh!

The moment Yihu touched down, a swirling gust of wind arose! The guards, poised at the entrance, were on the verge of crying out an alarm.

But then, a calm voice intervened: "My apologies, my mount has a bit of a temper. Please, pay it no mind."

The voice exuded an authoritative calm that commanded belief, halting the guards in their tracks.

Then, a strikingly handsome young man with an air of nobility about him stepped forward. Despite the Yun family's prominence in Luoyang City as one of the top three families, they seemed to pale in comparison to him.

"This... Young Master, to what do we owe the honor of your visit?" approached a man who appeared to be in charge, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"Ah Liang, don't tell me you've forgotten me? It hasn't been that long, has it?"