After receiving their instructions, the Demon Cultivators all left.
Mo Yuan was no longer in the mood to sort through the accounts. He took out Song Wanning's Communication Talisman, a conflicted look flashing in his eyes.
Ever since Song Wanning had left, he often took out the Communication Talisman, wanting to send her a message but never finding a suitable reason.
'Could this finally be an opportunity?'
He missed Song Wanning dearly.
The resolve in Mo Yuan's eyes gradually firmed, and he activated the Communication Talisman to tell Song Wanning the news.
He then gripped the Communication Talisman tightly, a cold sweat gradually beading on his palm.
His heart felt like it was floating on water, bobbing up and down endlessly.
Finally, the Communication Talisman stirred.
"Observe them closely and confirm their identities. Don't act rashly."
"I will handle this personally once I've finished my current business."
