He sneered.
They begged Mo Aotian to let them off. But Chai Qingyu never thought of letting anyone from the Mo family off when he attacked them.
Mo Aotian was only giving them a taste of their own medicine.
"Aotian, let them go. If you want to attack, do it to me. Your cousins are innocent. They're still young."
Master Chai's heart ached as he watched his sons scream under the lashings of the whip, so he begged Mo Aotian.
"They're still young?"
Mo Aotian stood nearby and looked at Master Chai coldly.
"Uncle, I don't care whether they're young or not. If you want to blame someone, blame your wonderful son. He's the one who caused all of your suffering this time.
"If they're dead, don't look for me. Look for Chai Qingyu."
"What wrong did Qingyu do to make you retaliate so crazily? What did we do wrong?" Master Chai asked him in exasperation.
