Fu Liu: "This servant only saw his back, but judging from his figure and voice, it was Young Master Nie."

Mo Yunzhao asked, "Is there anything strange about it?"

Fu Liu thought for a moment, then said, "Miss asked Young Master Nie why he didn't carry his sword today."

Nie You treasured his sword the most, so he would always hold it and stand it aside like a stone statue.

Almost never let go.

"You go find His Highness the Crown Prince, I'll go to Mount Jiuyou."

Mo Yunzhao didn't even bother to tie up her hair before walking away.

Fu Liu and Fu Meng followed closely out the door, only to see Mo Yunzhao ride the wind away; they couldn't keep up at all.

Fu Liu grew anxious, "Does the City Lord know how to get to Nine Nether Mountain?"

Fu Meng said in a deep voice, "I'll go through the front door, you go through the back door to find His Highness the Crown Prince."

Fu Liu wasn't as quick to react as she was, but she also knew the situation was serious. "If only Da Bai were here, we wouldn't have seen Hu these past few days. He's been out stealing every night."

The two split up into two groups.

However, neither of them had a chance to leave the gate before they were intercepted and arrested on the grounds that the mansion had been burglarized and they were suspects.

Jiuyou Mountain is a small valley in Moyang City, but it is fraught with danger.

Mo Yunzhao had never been there before, but she was very familiar with the terrain of Moyang City in her previous life, so even though she couldn't see it now, she knew the direction.

Soon, she arrived at Mount Jiuyou.

Her eyes were covered with white silk, and she was dressed in red.

A spring breeze blows, lifting white silk and red clothes.

The interplay of white and red creates a striking contrast.

"Sister." Mo Yunzhao called out several times, but there was no response from Mo Yunlan.

Mo Yunzhao was still outside the mountain when he called out as he walked into Jiuyou Mountain.

A spring breeze carries the rich fragrance of flowers.

In addition, the morning dew is heavy, mixed with the fresh scent of grass and soil.

She is blind; she distinguishes people and things entirely by hearing and smelling.

Now, the scents of flowers, grass, and trees have confused her, and there is no response from Mo Yunlan.

She couldn't find her older sister anywhere in the valley.

Unless, she can see.

"Sister, wait for me."

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Yunzhao raised his hand, grabbed the white silk, and yanked it down hard before letting go.

The white silk drifted away in the wind.

Having been deprived of sunlight for a long time, Mo Yunzhao slowly opened his eyes, which were somewhat blurry and stinging.

She closed and opened her eyes several times before her eyes gradually adjusted to the light.

The vision, which had been completely blood red, regained its color.

She can see now.

But Mo Yunzhao was not happy; he was only filled with worry.

She noticed the footprints on the ground were heavier than those of an average person.

His bloodshot eyes narrowed, and he immediately followed the footprints.

Soon, she stood at the entrance of Nine Nether Mountain.

At the entrance, there are two banyan trees that take ten people to encircle, standing like guardian deities at the crossroads.

Beneath the thick fog, one could see plum trees planted inside, their branches covered in red plum blossoms.

It's as beautiful as a fairyland.

A spring breeze blows, and red plum blossoms fall.

The spring breeze, carrying the cool fragrance of plum blossoms, brushed against my face and filled my nostrils.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is so pleasant that it puts you at ease, and the red plum blossoms are so beautiful that you want to stop and admire them.

In the dim light, she saw a familiar white figure walking towards her and reaching out a hand.

She wanted to go with him, really wanted to; he was the one she wanted.

Mo Yunzhao slowly reached out his hand towards him, their fingertips about to touch.

But in the next instant, Mo Yunzhao suddenly struck out with a palm strike.

The figure vanished with the wind.

Mo Yunzhao's eyes darkened slightly: "It's an illusion."

There's something wrong with this flower!

The fragrance of flowers can induce hallucinations and make people become addicted to it.

Clap clap clap.

The sound of applause slowly emerged from behind a large banyan tree in front.