That night, the ancient Liu clan was restless. The humiliation they had suffered was too great, too unbearable. In the end, they had no choice but to dispatch one of their most terrifying figures.
A Nascent Soul powerhouse to the Dust Valley Sect Hotel.
The entire matter was a shame they dared not allow the outside world to learn of. The clan's reputation had stood for thousands of years, and now, it risked crumbling in a single night because of one woman and her child.
Even their ancestors, upon hearing the details, berated the clan master mercilessly. To be disgraced in his own hall by the daughter he had exiled—it was a wound the Liu clan might never recover from.
Those who had not witnessed the event themselves could only gape when they heard the rumors whispered by servants and junior disciples. Their hatred for Mo Jian and his parents only grew deeper, festering like poison in their hearts.
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