1359 In a Fiery Haste...

"Those two people from the Fan Clan who attacked the crown prince consort most likely left our Sikong Planet through a special array formation." Huifeng was inside the study reporting on the Fan Clan.

"According to the crown prince consort, that kind of space talisman matrix will consume its talisman energy every time it's activated. The farther the distance, the greater the talisman energy consumption. Repeated use is not possible if talisman energy is not replenished in time." Huifeng cleared his throat. "In this subordinate's view, those two people from the Fan Clan must have also plotted their escape in advance. They simply did not consider going back."

Mo Lian closed the memorial shut with a single hand and scoffed, "They got off easy."

"Your Highness, how should we deal with the Fan Clan?"

"The Fan Clan has produced two traitorous degenerates who plotted against the crown prince consort. This is due to the Fan Clan patriarch's failure in discipline. As the head of a clan, he naturally assumes primary responsibility! Go, behead the Fan Clan patriarch before the public. As for the other Fan Clan members, expel them all from the capital the same day, never to return." Mo Lian narrowed his eyes as he uttered this coldly.

He wanted to let all the powers in the entire Mo Kingdom capital know that they should not provoke his young crown prince consort again…

The corner of Huifeng's mouth jerked, and he cupped his hands with a nod. "Yes, this subordinate will go arrange it now."

Mo Lian merely nodded, looking slightly fatigued.

These miscellaneous matters were so trivial that it was very annoying.

Suddenly, he sensed the jade messenger talisman in his pocket heating up, so he took it out for a look. Yet this glance immediately made him jump up from his chair.

Huifeng had just walked out the door and had yet to pass down orders to his men when he turned around and glimpsed His Highness the Crown Prince bolting outside in a fiery haste. He was gone in the blink of an eye!

Huifeng: "…"

What was the situation? The crown prince had been sitting in front of the desk and handling matters with composure just earlier.

Why did he run off so frantically after only three minutes?

On the other end, Qiao Mu had taken out a jug of bamboo leaf brew from Paradise Planet and placed it in front of the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal. She then inquired curiously, "How long will you exist?"

"Little lass, you're making this Venerable One sound like a summoned object by asking how long I'll exist for. What do you think? Isn't this a talisman you drew…" The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal flicked her forehead gruffly before grabbing the bamboo leaf brew she handed over.

After he swatted the seal open, a rich wine aroma wafted outwards.

"Not bad, not bad. It really is not bad!" The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal immediately poured himself a cup of wine, his eyes squinting in delight.

Heavens! How long has it been since he had drunk such excellent wine.

Sure enough, it was great living in the secular world. You ate and drank whenever you wanted. How long has it been since he had experienced such flavors, wuwuwu…

It was totally unlike that hellhole they lived in. It was just a swath of endless white fog wherever they went. They just relished the wind underneath the moon and cultivated by practicing asceticism. They were living like total blockheads every day…

However, Qiao Mu was a bit puzzled when she caught a whiff of the wine aroma.

She remembered that back when Second Uncle had given her this batch of bamboo leaf brew, they had drunk three to four jugs. However, the wine aroma hadn't been as rich as it was now.

Could it be that it had gotten modified under the mystic energy's imperceptible influence in the mystic domain?

"Good wine!" The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal poured himself another cup.

Seeing that he was enjoying it so much, Qiao Mu couldn't help but be curious. Was it that tasty?

Hence, she took out a cup, but just as she reached for the wine jug, that guy snatched it away.

"Shoo shoo shoo. Little kids shouldn't drink wine." He waved his sleeve at her in distaste.

"You're the little kid!"