"Lord Moyi, what should we do now?" Mosu raised his voice and asked again.
Moyi's thoughts were spinning rapidly as he tried to trace the little girl's origins. Interrupted by Mosu's question, he glanced briefly at Jian Po standing aside, then pulled his gaze back to the glowing gate.
Moqi was cursing Moyi's ancestors back to the eighteenth generation in her heart. She had never seen anyone so utterly devoid of situational awareness. No wonder he was still nothing more than a steward; while he seemed loyal to the Demon Emperor, she felt his brains were severely lacking. She seriously doubted that if the Demon Emperor had anyone else available, this man would have been replaced long ago.
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