"Guard Luo."
The young servant quickly retreated, so moved he was on the verge of tears.
Luo Wen grabbed Mo Geluo's wrist, his grip tightening.
Mo Geluo's expression darkened, his face contorting. Though neither appeared to move, they were locked in a silent struggle of strength.
After a long moment, they both released their grips and took several steps back.
"Who are you?" Mo Geluo steadied himself, clasping one hand behind his back. It trembled slightly.
Luo Wen sneered, drew his sword, and charged forward, the longsword flashing in the sunlight.
Mo Geluo's heart leaped in alarm. He scrambled back as a dagger slid from his sleeve. With a TING, he barely parried the thrusting longsword and continued to retreat.
'No wonder a mere concubine carries herself with such an air. The General's Manor must have an expert guarding it.'
"Go get help, quickly!" Peony urged.
"Yes..."
"Wait," Ye Qianning stopped them.
"He's a General! Guard Luo can't handle him," Peony said.
