Heavy Blow 8

The carriage wheeled into the manor. The magnificent gate opened and the shadow guards bowed. "Welcome back, master. Congratulations for the failed marriage!"

Mo Yujian: "…" Forget it, better not ruin this good day.

He descended down, all the while still wearing the red wedding robes. Only then did he realize how eye catching it was. He took his garment from the shadow guard's hands and wore it over his red robes. "Where's my disciple?"

"Master, little Ma went out with Hai Feng and is still not back yet. Oh, and Mo Yuhan followed them."

"Yuhan?" He grunted. "That's fine, let him follow. Let me know if they came back. I will be in my study."

"Yes, Master!"

Mo Yujian's steps were brisk and light as he climbed up the stairs. The first thing he did as he returned was to take a nice, long warm bath. The snow had chilled his body, and his hands had touched that woman a multiple times.