After the banquet, Yue Hua arranged for the Warrior to take all the guardians down to rest.
Late at night, apart from the brightly lit manor of the Silver Moon Commerce Association, the rest of the Mountain Range was pitch black.
On the manor's plaza, Yue Hua and a group of servants boarded the Spirit Boat.
"Manager Lang Ning, I'll leave the matters within the manor in your hands." After boarding the Spirit Boat, Yue Hua, with a gloomy expression and eyes flashing cold murderous intent, said.
Manager Lang Ning, who had always followed Yue Hua, held a position similar to Housekeeper Zhuo Yi who followed Yue Qing.
"Yes, Young Master." Manager Lang Ning responded.
"Hmm." Yue Hua responded, glanced at the manor, shook his head helplessly and said: "Yue Qing, why couldn't you just follow the arrangements made by me and my father? That way, you could have saved your life."
"Now you've stubbornly thrown your life away."
After speaking softly, Yue Hua boarded the Spirit Boat.
