Chapter 191 - 173: Severely Wounded and Retreating

Yue Ying stomped his foot in a huff. "Do you think she was only talking about me? Laugh, my ass! Wife is calling you all out, get a clue! A bunch of airheads, the lot of you!"

Su Mo closed her eyes and said wearily, "Just shut up already!"

Yue Ying pouted. Fine, he wouldn’t say another word.

Su Mo frowned and handed a piece of paper to Mo Xiao. "See if you can follow the scent on this and help me find the person who wrote this letter."

Mo Xiao opened the paper. On it were written: *Jiang Wu’s True Form*.

He and Fei Yan exchanged a look, and a thought quickly came to mind.

’So that’s why wife was so determined to force out Jiang Wu’s true form today—it was because of this letter?’

Fei Yan frowned. "Could it be Jin Tong?"

Mo Xiao brought the paper to his nose and sniffed it, then frowned. "It doesn’t have his scent."

Su Mo shook her head. "Judging by his reaction today, he probably didn’t know about this before."

Mo Xiao frowned. "Then it must be one of Jiang Wu’s other sworn enemies. But if he knew her weakness, why didn’t he make a move himself?"

Yue Ying fell silent for a moment before offering his analysis. "Judging from the letter’s content, the sender probably only knows that Jiang Wu’s weakness is her true form, not where it is."

Su Mo didn’t say anything. She had already thought through everything they were speculating about.

However, she had another theory in mind, which was why she needed to find the letter’s author as soon as possible to see if she was right.

’According to Jiang Wu, she’s an Immortal. Her soul is eternal, so even if I kill her, she’ll always have a chance to be reborn? Does that mean everyone in the Beast World is forced to be trapped in this cycle with her, suffering her endless slaughter again and again? How can I possibly win this game?’

’How exactly is she using me to restrain their power? She practically knows all of my cards, but I still have no idea what she’s holding. This is not a good situation at all...’

The more Su Mo thought about it, the more her head ached. She waved her hand at the others in the room. "Go and find the person first."

Mo Xiao nodded and gave the others in the room a look, signaling them to leave with him.

After they had all left, Fei Yan helped Su Mo treat the wound on her shoulder.

Once her shoulder was tended to, Su Mo went to sleep.

Mo Xiao had already arranged for people to find the letter writer and was now with Yue Ying and the others, looking through the book of *God’s Prophecy*.

Xuan Qing was leaning against a nearby tree.

Long Yan stood behind him.

Fei Yan walked over to Mo Xiao and the others. "Stop looking. It’s not important anymore. If what Jiang Wu said is true and she’s an Immortal, then this book won’t have any information about her."

After a long silence, Ye Yuan furrowed his brow. "If she’s an Immortal, does that mean... wife will really return to her original world?"

Mo Xiao’s hand, which was holding the book, tightened.

Even Yue Ying, who was always joking around, couldn’t help but look somber.

In truth, they had known from the very beginning that their wife was not the same person she used to be.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t considered she might leave one day, just as she had appeared without warning. It was just... they had never allowed themselves to dwell on the thought.

The air suddenly grew still, as if time itself had frozen. The knuckles of the hand Mo Xiao used to grip the book turned white.

After a long, heavy silence, the men went their separate ways.

The next day, when Su Mo awoke, the Dragon Clan was busy with the funeral of the Military Advisor’s Wife.

The Military Advisor’s Wife had been a kind and charitable person with an excellent reputation in the Dragon Clan, so many people came to pay their last respects.

In the afternoon, as the funeral was coming to a close, the Think Tank and Long Yan were busy seeing off the guests. Off to the side, the two Little Dragons were crying, their eyes red and swollen.

Su Mo walked over and patted their heads. "Go on and cry. Cry it all out today, but you’re not allowed to cry anymore tomorrow, okay?"

Nannan hugged her leg and asked through his sobs, "Sister Mo, are you going back to the North Wing?"

Su Mo nodded. "Yes."

Jiang Wu was severely wounded and wouldn’t be able to make a comeback anytime soon.

And she couldn’t stay with the Dragon Clan forever. She had to go home and check on things.

But this parting was bound to be temporary. To deal with Jiang Wu, the three tribes would still have to join forces.

Dongdong sobbed, "But I don’t want you to go! I want to be with you forever!"

Su Mo sighed and gave a small smile. "All good things must come to an end. There is always a time for gathering and a time for parting."

Hearing this, the two Little Dragons cried even harder.

Su Mo lifted her gaze and met Long Yan’s dark, bright eyes.

The gentleness in his eyes was still there. It was as if he had a thousand words to say, but for a moment, he didn’t know how to begin.

He had wanted to ask her for a hug, but decided against it.

’No hug this time. I’ll save it for the next time we meet. We’ll see each other again.’

As Su Mo looked at the man before her, a string of numbers suddenly flashed in her mind. *Passerby A Favorability: 95.*

Her heart skipped a beat. She then stepped forward, gently hugged the man before her, and said with a slight smile, "Take care."

Only after Su Mo’s group had completely vanished from sight did Long Yan, at the Think Tank’s urging, turn to go back.

Su Mo and her companions had just arrived at the North Wing when someone from the Snake Clan came to report that they had a lead on the person Su Mo was looking for.

He quickly led Su Mo to the location: a small cave on the border of the North Wing.

Looking at the furnishings inside and the food on the table, Su Mo couldn’t help but frown deeply.

Mo Xiao, who was by her side, had the same reaction.

This person’s eating habits and cooking style were remarkably similar to his wife’s.

There was no one in the cave.

Su Mo scanned her surroundings, and just as she turned, she saw a figure walking toward her in the distance.

The person was carrying a bundle of firewood. The moment she saw Su Mo, she was visibly stunned, but she quickly regained her composure.

She dropped the things in her hands, dusted them off, and walked toward Su Mo with a smile. "You’re here?"

In that instant, a strange memory flashed through Su Mo’s mind. She spoke tentatively, "Mother?"