He used to think that Mu Chengyang was just not as talented as Mu Chengxuan, but still somewhat scheming and deep-minded, never expecting him to be so brainless.
Years of hard work, ruined in a day, even the Supreme Elder's reputation plummeted being implicated, the more the Third Elder thought, the angrier he got, rushing forward for a bout of punches and kicks.
Soon, the ancient mansion echoed with Mu Chengyang's screams like a wailing ghost.
"Spare me, Grandfather spare me, it wasn't just me, it was him, and him too." In pain, Mu Chengyang screamed repeatedly, pointing directly at Mu Zhong without hesitation.
"Second Young Master..." Mu Zhong never imagined, in his loyal dedication, he would be so easily sold out by Mu Chengyang.
"You despicable slave, no wonder Chengyang did such foolish things, it was all your instigation." Mu Zhong had no time to explain before hearing the Third Elder roar in anger, followed promptly by a palm striking the top of his head.
