47 Chapter 47- The Mark of Discord

Mo Zhaoshan froze instantly.

No.

He needed to confirm this. But...

"Brother Mo?" she asked softly as her eyes were apparently sleepy.

"Mmm. I'll be leaving now." he said softly.

Confusion came to Xiaxia but she was too sleepy now.

"En. Knock on my door before sunrise so we could watch it." she said.

"En. Goodnight" he answered.

She closed her eyes and fell to oblivion.

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Mo Zhaoshan went back to his room and called Butler Rong over.

When the later arrived, he saw that his master was occupied and in a daze.

"Master." he called him to snap in his daze.

He glance at him and didn't say a word.

Butler Rong can just patiently wait for his Master to answer.

After a minute or two, he finally spoke.

"Tomorrow, get me every information about the Mark of Discord and deliver it right away to me." he coldly said.

Mark of Discord? Isn't that long lost mark of the lost tribe? Tribe of Discord?

Butler Rong knows it too well why during those ancient days, everybody wanted to end the Tribe of Discord. It was said that, all of those people with the mark of discord are born to wreak havoc and destroy everything that is treasured by many just for personal gains. Nobody dared to marry anyone from that tribe even though all of those women who had the mark were prodigies and top beauties.

"Yes Master. It will be done." he said and bowed to him.

"That's all. You may leave."

Butler Rong stepped backwards and bowed to him.

Mo Zhaoshan went to his bed and looked at the window beside him. He sat there recalling the birthmark on Xiaxia's right chest.

Would history be repeated even a million years already passed?

Why do you still have the mark of discord?

Mo Zhaoshan's heart began to be filled with worry.

No matter what, I have to protect her even if it will cost my life a million times.

He finally laid his back and stared at the ceiling.

It's gonna be another sleepless night.