Mu Qian had no objections, and with his arm around Wen Jiaren's slender waist, he left Nangong Manor.
The December sky was already very cold. This area was private, so not a person could be seen by the sea, and it was exceptionally quiet.
The sea breeze whipped against their faces, the sound of the waves rolling was clear and powerful, and the occasional cries of seagulls came from not far away. Upon closer reflection, it felt very peaceful and serene.
Leaning against Mu Qian's chest, Wen Jiaren looked at the night sea and asked him, "Is everything arranged?"
She hadn't forgotten that Song Donghai and Ye Huashuo had wanted Mu Qian to attend the Spirit Worship Day with the intention of making it a one-way trip for them.
"Yes, everything is arranged."
"The Blood Clan is getting involved. Not only the Xuanxue Guild but even the two great families will take action. Do we have a chance?"
