Not long after returning to the courtyard, Situ Mo arrived.
His handsome face was somewhat sullen, emitting an intimidating chill, and as soon as he entered the room, he looked coldly at Mu Qianyue, with anger swirling in his eyes, "Do you know you almost lost your life?"
"I know, but so what? What does it have to do with you?" Mu Qianyue glanced at him indifferently, her demeanor quite aloof.
Sure enough, he knew she was present at the time, and it was he who intentionally steered Siming and those Asuras away, giving her the chance to escape from Siming Hall, but what does that matter?
"Is he that important to you?" Situ Mo asked, eyes as deep and cold as an icy pond, mysterious and complex.
"More important than my life."
If he weren't important, why would she go to such lengths, risking venturing into the Netherworld Prison?
For him, she could even sacrifice her life, just like he would for her.
