The courtyard outside the cottage was completely quiet after Lin Wan went back inside, but the tension was still very thick.
The old elders and high ministers from the Beast City stood in a tight group near the porch steps.
They kept whispering to each other, their long robes rustling as they moved around nervously.
Now that they knew King Qin Mo was alive and well, their greedy political minds turned to a new question: the royal babies.
The Grand Elder stepped forward, his long white beard twitching.
He looked toward the closed cottage door with a lot of curiosity. Because the giant lightning storm during the birth had messed up their tracking magic
Qin Mo stood right at the top of the steps, his tall body completely blocking the front door.
The silver flags of his army fluttered behind him, but his face looked incredibly cold and dangerous.
The moment the Grand Elder took a step closer, Qin Mo's eyes narrowed into angry slits..
