The wind on the Thousand-Layer Tower was strong, blowing Bai Chuwei's hair as she gazed indifferently outside. She could clearly see the office workers in the surrounding commercial buildings, and spoke with an emotionless tone, "Kneel."
Qi Mo's expression changed slightly, and his knees buckled as he obediently knelt down, murmuring, "Ancestor."
Bai Chuwei chuckled lightly, "This is the first time I've met someone as disobedient as you."
Qi Mo was the most considerate child among the entire eight great families.
And here he was? Ignoring the ancestor's advice, he came to throw his life away.
However, Bai Chuwei wasn't angry; it concerned one's parents, and even the gentlest person would be angered by that.
Qi Mo's expression was unpleasant, and he murmured again, "Ancestor, back when you were in secluded cultivation at Yunwu Mountain, my parents died in a plane crash, which was intricately connected to Cui He."
