Dongfeng Ancient Country, Mo Family.
"Family Head, this is an invitation from the Sword Sect. Hmm, it's for the eight-hundredth birthday celebration of Second Elder Xi Qingyi..."
Mo Zhan took the gilded invitation without hesitation and said, "Alright, I understand!"
Watching the disciple depart, Mo Zhan fell silent for a moment. He then rose, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked towards his eldest daughter's room.
Just as he was about to reach Mo Li's room, he heard an indescribable sound. Could it be... like the sound Mo Li's mother made last night?
Mo Zhan's eyebrows shot up, his expression a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.
Immediately after, what sounded like a sword scraping the floorboards echoed from the room, followed by his daughter's eerie laughter—a sound he'd never heard from her before:
"HEH HEH, kill her! Kill them all! That bitch!"
"Kill them all! Tie her up and kill her bit by bit! Which part should I cut off first?"
