At dawn the following day, no sooner had Mo Han sent his daughter to kindergarten than he received a phone call from Han Feng, the Branch President of the Martial Alliance in Jiangling City.
"Mister Mo, are you free for lunch today? I’d like to invite you for a al."
The rugged voice of Han Feng ca through the phone.
Mo Han chuckled in response. "Brother Han, you’re too polite. If anyone should be inviting, it should be ."
"Last ti, Ning’er Studio had its opening, and it was all thanks to Brother Han’s help. So today, I’ll treat Brother Han to a al at the Splendid Starry Sky Restaurant."
The Splendid Starry Sky Restaurant was the most prestigious hotel in Jiangling City, with top-notch expenses.
It was where Mo Han and Luo Ning had celebrated their wedding anniversary.
Mo Han had chosen this place, intending to express his gratitude to Han Feng.
"Mister Mo, hold that al for for now. This noon, I’m the host!"
Han Feng said with a laugh, "The Snow Moon Pavilion on the outskirts of South City, twelve o’clock noon. Is that okay?"
"Alright then."
Mo Han, unable to outstubborn Han Feng, could only agree, "Then I shall humbly comply..."
"Good."
Over the phone, Han Feng laughed heartily, and just before hanging up, he suddenly said mysteriously, "Mister Mo, be sure to give a good impression, for there will be an important guest arriving..."
An important guest?
Mo Han grew curious. Who could it be that even Han Feng, a heavyweight of the Martial Alliance, would call an important guest?
...
At eleven twenty-eight, Mo Han had already arrived at the Snow Moon Pavilion on the outskirts of South City.
Upon reaching the entrance, he saw seven or eight n dressed in Martial Alliance uniforms, ard and alert, standing on both sides of the building.
Han Feng happened to walk out from the inner courtyard at that mont, and upon seeing Mo Han getting out of the car, he imdiately went to greet him.
"Mister Mo! You’re quite early!"
"You’re too kind, Brother Han."
Mo Han smiled slightly and followed Han Feng inside.
Creak...
The grand doors of the Snow Moon Pavilion suddenly closed.
In a corner unnoticed by others, a young man wearing a duckbill cap, thin as a monkey, lowered his binoculars and pulled out a cellphone from his pocket to secretly dial a number, "Star Bro, it’s confird, it’s the guy surnad Mo!"
"He just went into the Snow Moon Pavilion with Han Feng!"
On the other hand, about twenty kiloters away from the Snow Moon Pavilion on a mountaintop.
A young man around thirty years old, wearing a black hood and carrying a long object wrapped in silk on his back, was striding hurriedly toward the Snow Moon Pavilion.
...
At this ti, the unsuspecting Mo Han was following Han Feng through three courtyards to a bamboo pavilion.
The pavilion was no more than a dozen square ters and appeared serene and refined.
In the pavilion sat a woman in floating white robes, her face veiled with a thin layer of silk. In front of her was a Curved Tail Ancient Zither, her delicate fingers caressing the strings, yet no sound was made.
Mo Han smiled slightly, glancing at Han Feng. "Old Han, I didn’t realize you were this poetic—choosing to dine here while listening to the zither music. Quite leisurely indeed."
"By the way, where’s the important guest you ntioned?"
"Shh!"
Han Feng hurriedly made a silencing gesture and apologized, "Brother Mo, this is our Grandmaster of the Martial Alliance. She wanted to et you, so..."
"It’s alright, I understand."
Mo Han didn’t want Han Feng to feel embarrassed, smiling as he said, "Grandmaster Chen doesn’t want to reveal her whereabouts, which is why Brother Han used the pretense of a al to invite here."
Gratefully, Han Feng looked at Mo Han and then knelt on one knee before the woman in white and said, "Han Feng pays respect to the Grandmaster."
"Wait outside."
The voice of the woman in white was indifferent, yet it was very pleasant to the ear.
"Yes!"
Han Feng nodded and then stepped out of the bamboo pavilion, coming to a stop about fifty steps away.
"Zeng..."
The woman in white moved her hands back and forth over the strings of the Guqin, and the sound of the music began to drift through the air.
Mo Han didn’t understand the ancient zither, but he stood there, five steps away from the woman in white, closing his eyes and imrsing himself in the music.
The woman in white sat indifferently beside the zither, her hands rapidly plucking at the strings, seemingly disinterested in making conversation with Mo Han...
"Ding... Ding Ding... Ding Ding Ding..."
The music gradually beca more rapid, as if transforming from a small stream under a bridge at dawn into a battlefield at twilight.
"Ding!"
Suddenly, the music stopped, the woman in white’s hands pressing down on the strings, her right hand rubbing and plucking a string.
"Whoosh!"
An airflow, carrying with it ferocity, instantly ford an ice blade and shot toward Mo Han’s neck.
Han Feng, from a distance, hearing the intense sound, felt his heart pounding ferociously.
That was the Grandmaster’s unique technique, Ice Soul Six Sounds!
Within the Martial Alliance, there was not a single person who could withstand the Grandmaster’s move!
Although Mister Mo was skilled in martial arts, when facing the Grandmaster’s Ice Soul Six Sounds...
Just as Han Feng was worrying, Mo Han’s eyes slowly opened, and upon seeing the incoming ice blade, he frowned slightly and flicked his wrist. In an instant, a silver needle shot through the air and collided directly with the ice blade.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the air currents surged wildly in the pavilion, and the space around seed to twist.
The woman in white sitting in the pavilion slightly raised the corners of her mouth, her tone seemingly admiring, "Not bad! Again!"
As her words fell, her fingers slid swiftly, and instantly another airflow turned into a spear and bolted toward Mo Han’s body.
This was the second technique of Ice Soul Six Sounds—the Sky Spear.
In the entirety of Jiuzhou’s martial arts world, there were definitely no more than a handful of people who could withstand this Sky Spear, and even if they could, they would certainly not erge unscathed!
Seeing the Grandmaster deploy the second technique, Han Feng imdiately panicked, rushing forward and shouting, "Grandmaster, you must not..."
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, he was rebounded by the trendous air current and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Han Feng, the president of Jiangling branch, at the peak of the Profound Rank in the Innate Realm, couldn’t even approach the bamboo pavilion?
The pressure on Mo Han inside the pavilion must be at least tenfold!
At that mont, Mo Han felt as if there was a rock pressing on his chest, his breathing sowhat strained.
The surging and ferocious airflow was like a sharp Red Tassel Spear, incessantly jabbing at his protective Qi, as if it would break through at any mont.
Ever since he received the legacy of Ye Lingfeng, the Purple Cloud Healer, Mo Han had not encountered such a troubling matter.
"Since you want to test , let’s give it a good try!"
Mo Han, also annoyed by the opponent’s actions, snorted to himself. His Purple Cloud True Qi surged out instantly, condensing into a massive hamr.
Bang!
The hamr struck down hard on the Red Tassel Spear.
Another muffled sound, and two streams of air carrying leaves collided in an instant, causing the bamboo pavilion to collapse.
Mo Han turned and withdrew from the pavilion, while the woman in white, holding the Curved Tail Zither, leaped onto a bamboo stalk at the critical mont like an elf fluttering in distress.
The breeze tousled the woman’s hair as she held the Curved Tail Zither high, looking down with an indifferent voice that carried a heavy note of admiration.
"Among the younger generation, you are outstanding, in less than five years, or at most ten, there will be no one in the world who can beat you!"
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