The Young Matriarch
Chapter 798: Hanhan, I Have Left Seclusion

Chapter 798: Chapter 798: Hanhan, I Have Left Seclusion

Jin Mao recounted in full detail the gossip that’s been circulating in the Cultivation World lately, realizing that Divine Doctor Bai’s smile grew more enchanting by the minute, causing a tingling sensation on one’s scalp.

"Oh, so Li Can’s damn dog stole the hairpin and even express delivered it to the Demon Domain? Very good, very good indeed."

So, they were looking to intercept, huh? Even the relics of my ancestors are up for grabs now.

Bai Chuwei laughed as she patted the heads of a few Demonic Cultivators including Jin Mao, her voice lazy and soft, "Keep farming well for me. Oh, and if you run away, I’ll just curse you from afar and send you off, okay?"

Unless you flee Earth, no matter where you run—even to the ends of the earth—I can turn you into a pile of ashes.

The group shivered uncontrollably!

In the blink of an eye, her graceful figure vanished from everyone’s sight.

The little paper crane flapped its wings rapidly in the air. It seemed like the old ancestor knew there was a tailwind today. Not knowing how long it flew, it finally landed steadily on the man’s shoulder.

The paper itself seemed to carry a faint scent of medicine.

The moment the paper crane touched his shoulder, it almost instantly soothed the restlessness and ferocity emanating from the man.

He curled his lips into a smirk, his slender fingers removing the paper crane from his shoulder. Written on a wing was a sentence without a signature —

Hanhan, I’ve come out of seclusion.

Finally out.

Duan Feihan gripped the paper crane tightly then suddenly raised his eyes to Datou, "Where are Li Can and his lot?"

Datou quickly replied, "They’ve been kept under control in the Imperial Capital. They are the backstage supporters of A Country’s calligraphy and painting associations, so they might be at the exhibition there."

A fierce glint flashed in Duan Feihan’s eyes, "Take people, surround them."

Datou: "...Not going straight in?"

Holy shit, Young Master!

Your future partner’s Magic Artifact was stolen, and I thought you were finally going to stand up for Miss Bai, but instead... you’re just going to surround them?

What good is surrounding them? Go on, capture Li Can and hang him up to beat him! Beat him until he cries out for his father.

With us Dark Night taking action, capturing Li Can, that Demonic Cultivator, shouldn’t be too hard!

Duan Feihan glanced sideways, "You have a problem with that?"

I wouldn’t dare.

Datou held his breath, then tentatively asked, "Young Master, when you play games, you play support, right?"

Duan Feihan: "I don’t play games."

Datou: "..."

*

Winter has also arrived in O Continent, and it’s getting cold outside; the whistling cold wind contrasts with the warmth of the burning fireplace indoors.

The man sat on a leather sofa wearing a lotus-pink shirt, holding a hand-ground coffee, reading the latest economic newspaper.

Across from him, a girl in a black dress with white hair was holding a mirror, repeatedly asking who was the most beautiful.

"Domain Master, that Demonic Cultivator from A Country named Li Can sent you another gift, claiming that this time you’re sure to like it! Shall I dispose of it?" the butler walked in, busily inquiring.

Su Qiuqiu suddenly looked up, her eyes complex, "Stinky little brother, are you that good at attracting men’s affection?"

Wuming’s gaze turned icy, and the butler hurriedly explained, "Miss Qiuqiu, don’t talk nonsense. That Demonic Cultivator has been trying to get the Domain Master to treat him."

The butler quickly brought the gift box in, opened it to reveal a hairpin inside. The design was simple without any unnecessary adornments, yet it possessed a straightforward beauty.

Su Qiuqiu exclaimed, "Wow, so pretty! But... I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before?"

Wuming reached out and took it from the box before Su Qiuqiu could. His gaze was warm with a smile, "This gift, it shows sincerity."

The butler quickly asked, "Domain Master, does this mean you’re actually considering treating Li Can? Does he, a mere Demonic Cultivator, deserve your attention?"

Wuming twirled the hairpin in his hand, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze and full of mirth, "He’s got a headache, right? Cut it off, and it’ll stop hurting."