Mo Hai, with his Heaven-Rank Cultivation, came over, and Mo Ling, puffing up her cheeks, said defiantly.
"Slap!"
But what happened next was unexpected, a loud slap echoed through the air.
"Grandpa, why did you hit me?" Mo Ling asked with reddened eyes, looking up at Mo Hai. She had always been the apple of her grandfather's eye since she was a child.
Even her parents didn't dare to hit her, and yet she was slapped by her beloved grandfather.
"I've indulged you too much, and I've let the family go for too long. You've all become so arrogant that you're out of control." Mo Hai sighed deeply.
His granddaughter was courting death, daring to speak to Xia Liu like that.
It was his fault, the fault of the Mo Family.
Along the way here, he and Silent had discussed a lot.
He had long since had a change of heart, and now he definitely needed to put the family in order upon his return.
