Mo Chuyi was dragged out of the hall.
Outside the Yong'an Hall, many members of the Mo family's direct lineage had gathered, including her parents, all familiar faces to Mo Chuyi.
"Father! Mother!" Mo Chuyi spotted her last hope and cried out, "Save me... save me! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"
The middle-aged man hesitated, his expression filled with pain and disappointment. "Chuyi..."
He wanted to ask how Mo Chuyi had become like this, but it was too late.
Perhaps she had changed completely since losing the competition for the family head position.
How did she become like this?
The middle-aged man's back suddenly hunched over as if bearing a great weight.
Inside the Yong'an Hall, the great elder ordered the blood on the floor to be cleaned up before hurrying over to Si Fuqing. He was about to kneel, saying, "Miss Si, no, no, Senior Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, please accept my bow."
