Chapter Fifteen: The Building Owner Luo Mo

For this one room alone, the entire Yiming Valley had wagered countless times, yet no one had ever succeeded in living there.

With this in mind, Luo Moying bent slightly at the waist, light as a swallow, and slowly opened the door.

At that moment, she had been taking a brief rest upstairs when she suddenly received a message via pigeon from the Young Master summoning her back. Her heart leapt with joy; by her reckoning, it had been over a month since she last saw him.

Originally, she had planned to visit this manor last time, but had been waylaid by Dongfang Yuyue and his entourage, forced to wait fruitlessly all afternoon.

That slight was not forgotten.

This time, the Young Master had entrusted her with a rare task, and she was determined to carry it out successfully, refusing to let Bai Yuluo and the others continue to boast.

With this resolve, her beautiful crimson lips blossomed like a fresh flower, a subtle curve playing at their corners, her brows arching gently—a softness as fluid as water perfectly embodying a woman’s enchanting allure.

She was Luo Mo, the astonishing talent ranked fifth on the Phoenix Cloud List.

The Phoenix Cloud List, as the name suggests, was a concise ranking of talents across the nine provinces and six states, assigned approximate numerical standings. All those listed were exceptional in both literary and martial prowess, and the top hundred were revered as esteemed guests in many nations.

Luo Mo stood proudly at fifth place.

It was well known that within the Thousand Shadows Manor, amid all the intrigues, only Luo Mo held the heart’s true allegiance.

The Thousand Shadows Manor, named after Luo Qianfan’s shadow, was initially established with no grand ambitions beyond being his silent guardian.

After years of effort, the manor had risen from a humble beginning to an elite establishment catering to the nobility—a place of refined pleasures.

Luo Mo had become its central figure, basking in unparalleled splendor.

Not only did she possess breathtaking beauty, but her martial skill and intellect were also top-tier; with countless capable followers under her command, one could say that throughout the capital, only the local Emperor and the enigmatic Prince Yuyue dared to cross her.

Who would have thought that the lady of the Thousand Shadows Manor, usually unseen by ordinary folk no matter how desperate, would now stroll leisurely inside Dongfang Yuyue’s chamber?

In truth, when she first received this mission, Luo Mo had hesitated. Dongfang Yuyue was no ordinary man—legend portrayed him as bloodthirsty, temperamental, unpredictable, and formidable, a living demon king. But orders from the Young Master were commands beyond question; even if it meant risking her life, she must obey. So, Luo Mo had meticulously arranged all affairs within the manor before confidently arriving, ready to face the infamous Prince Yuyue in a battle of life and death.

Little did she know, if the task were truly so perilous, Luo Qianfan would never have allowed her to be cannon fodder.

To Luo Qianfan, though not kin by blood, they were closer than family.

Outside, the temperature dropped sharply; in an instant, wind rose and clouds gathered.

Dongfang Yuyue approached steadily, his steps firm, opening the chair beside the armrest and seating himself. Pouring a cup of tea, his clear, handsome eyes casually glanced around—landing immediately on Luo Mo perched above on the beam.

Whether it was Dongfang Yuyue’s overwhelming power or Luo Mo’s relative weakness, it was undeniably embarrassing for the head of the manor to be detected so swiftly.

After a moment, Dongfang Yuyue’s finely arched brows furrowed slightly. With a wave of his hand, the teacup traced a perfect arc through the air, sweeping past the gentleman’s head on the beam.

Luo Mo lost her grip and tumbled down, stifling a few pained cries.

“Ugh!”