"Hengjian, put down the knife in your hand, don't do this." A woman stood beside Old Master Mo, earnestly pleading with Mo Hengjian who was waving a dagger.
She wore a light red wedding dress, tied with a red ribbon, her beautiful black hair gathered with a red silk, adorned with a hairpin embroidered with golden flowers. At this moment, her snow-white oval face revealed a look of utter terror.
She never dreamed that this gentle scholar in front of her would wield a knife against the grandfather who had raised him for over ten years, all for her.
Old Master Mo had been slashed twice, both in vital parts. At this moment, blood soaked his bright red robes, his body swayed, and he was about to fall. The woman hurriedly stepped forward to support him and anxiously asked, "Are you okay? Are you alright?"
Old Master Mo's face was growing increasingly pale, his face filled with agony. He gasped for breath, reaching out with a trembling hand to point at Mo Hengjian: "You... you..."
