"Haha, Murong Jun, not everyone who comes to the Mo Clan can meet our Clan Leader," Qin Xiaosen was quite direct and made no pretenses, "Since you are here, it saves us another trip, let's talk directly."
"Talk directly? Shouldn't that be for us, the Murong Family, to say?"
Qin Xiaosen sneered coldly, "Are you truly unaware, or are you pretending not to know?"
"…" Murong Jun's expression also darkened.
"The forest near Xianshui Town was instantly razed to the ground. That was once a battlefield. I don't believe you would be unaware of that. Do you know whom the Su Family wanted to kill?" Qin Xiaosen stood up abruptly, "That was our Mo Clan's young master, the direct heir that the Mo Clan has been waiting for, for hundreds of years!"
"Young master?!"
"…" Qin Xiaosen was somewhat ashamed with what he blurted out.
In a moment of agitation, he had again committed a taboo… crying.
