Bo Leng had just finished a call when Mo Yinhe stepped towards him, calling out in a deep, magnetic voice, "Brother-in-law, I have something to discuss with you."
Mo Yinhe knew that he couldn't quench thirst with distant water; Shendu was Bo Leng's territory, and now only Bo Leng could save his son and brother.
"What is it?" Bo Leng, preoccupied with his own thoughts, responded absently to Mo Yinhe.
"My brother just called me to say that a dormant volcano in Shendu has erupted."
"How would your brother know?"
Even he had only just received the news; how could Mo Yinhe's brother have information faster than him?
Bo Leng's expression was icy, his presence like a blistering northern wind that discouraged familiarity, his gaze emanating a sharp and piercing cold light.
