Xiao Alliance, in a small courtyard filled with purple bamboos, Luo Meilan was holding Little Xiao Fan, basking in the sun.
"I wonder how Ye'er is doing." Luo Meilan's heart was filled with worry.
All thirteen country leaders descended simultaneously, scouring far and wide for Xiao Ye's whereabouts—of course, she had heard about it. It had the entire Xiao Alliance in a state of turmoil.
Creak!
Just then, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a tall and imposing figure strode in.
"Huh? Brother Yang usually leaves early and comes back late; he wouldn't normally return so early." Hearing the noise, Luo Meilan lifted her head to look and was frightened into standing up, her face tensing with anxiety.
"It's that pestilence!"
Indeed, to the Xiao Alliance, the Flowing Wind Country's Master was an unaffordable pestilence.
