Mo Sheng spoke softly, "It's already starting to get dark outside."
Mo Yunchen looked toward Mo Sheng and said in a calm voice, "Right away."
Mo Sheng knew Master Mo was anxious, and even the slightest hope would not be given up by Master Mo; the moment there was news, he would set off immediately.
"Yes." Knowing he couldn't persuade him otherwise, Mo Sheng had no choice but to make arrangements.
In the seaside area of Hai City, there was a row of small houses where fishermen from Hai City lived, making a living by fishing.
An honest man was about to turn off the light and go to bed when he suddenly heard the roaring sound of a car outside, as if it had stopped at his doorstep.
"Husband, what's going on?" His wife, drowsy with sleep, opened her eyes and looked toward the window.
"It's nothing, I'll go take a look, you go back to sleep."
"Alright."
