"Elder Xiao, we are here under the orders of the Tushan Grand Elder, specifically to see you off."
Jin'an and the others watched Xiao Mo coldly.
Xiao Mo chuckled softly, his smile tinged with understanding and resignation. "Just as I thought. The Grand Elder really doesn't want me going back alive."
"But if you actually kill me, do you think the Grand Elder will spare you?"
Xiao Mo's gaze swept placidly over the group, his tone so calm it was as if he were discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
"Xiao Mo, are you so close to death that your brain has turned to mush?" Chen Jue stepped forward, looking down his nose at Xiao Mo as if sizing up a man already in his coffin.
"It is the Grand Elder who wants you dead! And he has personally promised me that the day you die will be the day Jing Ci and I wed."
A triumphant smile curled his lips.
"Don't you worry. I'll set up a memorial tablet for you so you can 'personally' watch our wedding ceremony!"
