Anger

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at him and said calmly: "There's no need to trouble you, Holy Son."

When he heard him use his title, Holy Son, Mo Chen shook his head in mild laughter. He looked at Feng Jiu, asleep on Cloud Devouring, then he turned his eyes away to Xuanyuan Mo Ze: "Do you have to go?"

"Yes." Xuanyuan Mo Ze replied.

Mo Chen sighed, then said: "In that case, all I can say is that you must be careful. All you can do is your best. You must make sure you come back and not let her worry."

"I know." He said, then he took a deep look at Feng Jiu and said: "Please take care of her."

"I will." Mo Chen responded. Even without him asking, he would also take good care of her. 

After he had asked Mo Chen to take care of Feng Jiu, Xuanyuan Mo Ze took advantage of the night and left. He didn't want to give them a chance to breathe and rest. Only by taking action now could he strike a fatal blow!