Mo Feng shook his head and said in an unexpected tone, “I never imagined that person would be you.”
“That’s not surprising. Fengguang is so adorable—I couldn’t even walk away the first time I saw her.” Ming’an praised his woman openly, his mood visibly improving.
Only then did everyone suddenly realize that the man who had defiled the pureblood Xia Fengguang was him.
Mo Feng said, “Your willingness to admit it so openly saves us a great deal of trouble.”
“Well, you’re all getting on in years. If I let you keep exhausting yourselves over this, I wouldn’t feel right, would I?”
The old man chuckled. “So, Mr. Ming’an, are you here today to take her away?”
“What do you think?” Ming’an’s dark eyes glinted with amusement. “Did you think I came here to sit around discussing dreams, life, and hope with a bunch of old men?”
One of the elders could no longer hold back and stood up angrily. “Outrageous! You’re a teacher. How could you get involved with a student?”
“Not to mention Xia Fengguang is a member of the vampire race, and you are a vampire hunter. How could you possibly entangle yourself with her?”
Within moments, the elders were all stirred up. Their agitation was understandable. Ming’an was no ordinary vampire hunter. He had a formidable reputation among vampires and was equally renowned within the Hunters’ Association. If he and Xia Fengguang were arrested and put on trial, it would undoubtedly become a scandal for both the Hunters’ Association and the Council.
Ming’an looked at Mo Feng and asked with mock distress, “I’m the one who killed Yan Luo. Can’t the Council be a little less petty about this?”
A kindly smile appeared on Mo Feng’s aged face. “Of course we can. Not only can we overlook it, we can let bygones be bygones—on one condition. You must promise never to see Xia Fengguang again, and Xia Fengguang must agree to terminate the child in her womb. If that happens, both the Council and the Hunters’ Association can pretend none of this ever occurred.”
In a thousand years of history, that could already be considered exceptional leniency.
“What did you just say?” To everyone’s surprise, after hearing the old man’s words, Ming’an’s previously relaxed and casual expression turned instantly cold. His eyes darkened, and his voice became icy. “You said Fengguang is pregnant?”
Mo Feng paused, uncertain what Ming’an’s expression meant. After a moment, he replied, “That’s right. Xia Fengguang is pregnant. Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”
He truly didn’t know.
Two days ago, after the battle ended, Ming’an had fallen into a brief sleep. He needed time to absorb too much power. When he finally woke up, Wen Xian told him that Fengguang had been taken away by the Council. That had not been part of his calculations. And now that Mo Feng said she was pregnant, he understood why this unexpected turn of events had occurred.
Over the past few weeks, he had been with her day and night, never wasting a single day. It was true—they hadn’t taken any precautions. After all, it was extremely difficult for vampires to conceive. Fengguang’s own parents had been married for over two hundred years before they had her.
So Ming’an had never considered the possibility that Fengguang might become pregnant—nor had he ever thought about having a child. He pressed a hand to his forehead and let out a sigh, a headache coming on.
Seeing his reaction, Mo Feng relied on the experience that only age could grant and hesitantly asked, “Could it be… that the child in Xia Fengguang’s womb isn’t yours?”