Mo Jue looked at Luo Qi's tiny feet and couldn't help but swallow. What kind of evil art did someone who could kick his father down with a single foot possess?
Mo Li, Mo Jue knew, was usually extremely cautious. How could he have fainted so easily?
He stared blankly at Luo Qi, cautiously yet feebly trying to run over and wake his father up. But whether it was intentional or not, the path was blocked by Luo Qi and Xiao Heng.
Luo Qi looked at Mo Jue with a smile, smacking his lips. "Oh dear, is the patriarch of the Mo Clan just too tired, falling asleep right here in his office?"
Mo Jue knew it wasn't that simple, but he had no room to retort. No matter what Luo Qi had done to his father, everyone in this office would pretend not to know.
He frowned and glared fiercely at Luo Qi, but his eyes were already welling up with tears. "What do you want? Luo Qi! What did you do to my father?"
Luo Qi still had a smiling expression. This young young patriarch of the Mo Clan hadn't yet grown into the insidious person his father was. Even if he was bad, it was only on the surface.
He spoke, "It's not that I want anything from you, but you pushed Xiao Xingxing, so you should at least apologize first, right?"
Mo Jue's tears flowed uncontrollably. He fiercely wiped his face and said hatefully, "I refuse. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have..."
Luo Qi raised his little fist at Mo Jue. "Haven't you realized yet? I can kick you away with one foot!"
In a daze, the wounds on Mo Jue's body began to ache again, even more than when he had just been beaten. His face felt hot, as if he had been slapped.
His intellect taking over, he pondered the day's events and even thought it was possible he had indeed made a mistake.
Of course, it wasn't that he thought he shouldn't have pushed Xiao Xingxing, but rather that he shouldn't have clashed with Luo Qi so early.
He had clearly planned to first cultivate his own forces before confronting the insidious and cunning little prince of the Insect Race, so why had he lost his composure so quickly?
Regardless of Mo Jue's regrets, facing Luo Qi's watchful gaze, he could only reluctantly mumble an apology to Xiao Xingxing, "Sorry."
Xiao Xingxing snorted coldly, having no good feelings for this inexplicable person.
Teacher Xiao Zhao looked left and right. The situation had resolved itself in a way she had never imagined.
She carefully skirted around the grey-robed Daoist lying on the ground. Just as she was about to say something about classmates needing to be friendly, she saw the grey-robed Daoist suddenly sit up.
Luo Qi frowned. Under normal circumstances, Mo Li shouldn't have woken up this early.
Cixi fiddled with his fingers and pulled Luo Qi closer.
The grey-robed Daoist suddenly sat up from the ground, startling Teacher Xiao Zhao. She managed a smile at Mo Li and asked softly, "The ground is cold. Perhaps you should stand up first?"
Mo Jue, seeing his father up, almost burst into tears. Dad, do you know what I went through in these five minutes you were unconscious?
He ran towards Mo Li, no longer caring about Xiao Heng and the others blocking his path.
Luo Qi watched as Mo Jue hugged Mo Li tightly, trying to pull him up from the ground. However, even with a few strands of the whisk pulled off, Mo Li showed no reaction.
Luo Qi tugged at Cixi's sleeve. "Dad, why do I feel like Patriarch Mo's eyes... are a bit vacant?"
Although Luo Qi's voice was soft, Mo Li seemed to hear him instantly. His eyes fixed on Luo Qi, and he slowly bared his teeth and smiled.
Luo Qi shivered at the terrifying smile and hid deeper behind Cixi.
Dad! There's a pervert!
The pervert himself, Mo Li, pushed Mo Jue aside and climbed up from the ground. His grey Daoist robe was covered in dust. He staggered towards Luo Qi.
Mo Jue, who had been pushed aside: "???"
Mo Li fell into a very strange state. It wasn't the calm and killing intent gone that Luo Qi and Cixi had expected, but rather he seemed to have mistaken Luo Qi for some precious treasure and felt an irresistible urge to approach him.
Mo Li wanted to take Luo Qi back to Mo Star. Such an intelligent, well-behaved child who could kick him away with one foot should be a descendant of Mo Star.
He extended his withered hand towards Luo Qi, but before he could touch him, Cixi grabbed his hand.
Compared to Mo Li's hand, Cixi's hand, though also slender, didn't appear withered like a dry branch; instead, it subtly held explosive power.
To everyone watching, it seemed like Cixi merely gripped his hand, and Mo Li cried out in pain, but his eyes remained fixed on Luo Qi, filled with greed.
Cixi's gaze suddenly turned cold, and he sneered, "You're looking for death!"
He tightened his grip, and with a crack, Mo Li's wrist was snapped clean.
The pain brought Mo Li a moment of clarity. His gaze towards Luo Qi shifted from infatuation and greed to hatred, but only for an instant.
Veins throbbed on Cixi's forehead. Unable to bear it any longer, he directly kicked Mo Li away.
Mo Li flew backward and landed in the open space in front of the office door. This time, he truly fainted.
Mo Jue stared dumbfounded at Mo Li, who had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness in just a few seconds. He cried out and ran out.
Cixi exuded a chilling aura as he picked up Luo Qi, clearly furious at Mo Li's actions.
He looked at Mo Jue, who was kneeling on the ground, crying with snot and tears, and said coldly:
"Take him and roll back to Mo Star. If you don't come to your senses, the Insect Race's cavalry will flatten Mo Star!"
The elders of the Mo Clan arrived, fearfully carrying Mo Li away. Mo Jue, with a pale face, was also carried off.
Many years had passed, and the Mo Clan was no longer the race that could contend with the Insect Race. The elders of the Mo Clan sighed as they took their patriarch away, and a new thought quietly emerged in their hearts.
Was confronting the Insect Race so openly truly the way to lead the Mo Clan to prosperity?
With such an arrogant and troublemaking patriarch and young patriarch, it was still uncertain whether it was good or bad for the Mo Clan.
An elder of the Mo Clan sighed and looked at Cixi at the office door.
Sunlight streamed from behind them, falling on the young father and son, as if they were born to be in the sun.
While he himself leaned on the patriarch, who was bruised and battered, covered in dust, and as decayed as a dried corpse.
The sunlight drew a line between the Mo Clan and the Insect Race, and the elder had a strange thought.
This obscure yet clearly existing line would lead them to a dead end.