Mu Erde opened his mouth, but he suddenly discovered that he had lost his voice. He looked at his father Mu Jingxing in a panic.
He really was afraid, and he truly regretted it!
If he had known that the little voodoo was this ruthless, he simply would not have come forward in front of the Mu Clan disciples to be the bird that stuck its head out.
He had wanted to suppress the little lady's spirit, but he didn't expect to be crushed in return.
On the side, Mu Jingfeng's breathing became ragged, and his mood was in tumult from the little lady's aggravating words.
Qiao Mu slowed down while walking toward the Mu Clan with Long Chuyun's memorial tablet.
Mu Jingfeng walked after her and roared, "You unfilial daughter, stand right there! Say it! Why did she die?"
Qiao Mu suddenly turned around and stared at Mu Jingfeng derisively. "You don't know why she died? Since you don't know, you won't learn in this lifetime."
