At Wenyan's words, a group of elders from the Shangguan family felt a twitch in the corner of their eyes, a wave of unease washing over them. Sure enough, as soon as their thoughts settled, they heard Mo Jiuli's voice leisurely drifting towards them...
"The thing is, your young master has tortured my friend to such a degree that he is barely hanging onto his last breath! Even if I wanted to take him away, I fear they wouldn't make it out of the Shangguan house, as their souls would disperse..." Mo Jiuli said lightly, looking at the group of elders from the Shangguan family.
The elder in white robe scowled and asked: "What does the Miss mean?"
