"Ancestor, this person is indeed trying to create a stir and dares to borrow the ancestor’s na for false fa, even causing the ancestor to make a wasted trip. Regardless of whether he is a He Family’s Young Master, I will not let him off lightly!" Seeing Mo Qingkuang return alone, Mo Gaoyi was even more convinced of his previous suspicions, pointing at Han Yan and shouting angrily.
"Oh?" Mo Qingkuang glanced at him.
"Ancestor, I know that you are benevolent and don’t want to argue with such a junior, but Yan Lin is crucial to my Mo Family, even affecting the future prosperity and decline of our family for hundreds of years. This person dares to use this matter to toy with my family, toying with our ancestor, and he must not be let off lightly." Mo Gaoyi felt a sudden unease in his heart as Mo Qingkuang remained indifferent, yet he still spoke out passionately.
"Why do I feel like you’re quite happy?" Mo Qingkuang looked at Mo Gaoyi and said lightly.
"Uh..." Mo Gaoyi was montarily stunned.
Indeed, seeing Mo Qingkuang return alone, he was quite happy, seemingly a bit carried away with pride.
Thinking of this, cold sweat began to break out on Mo Gaoyi’s forehead.
"Mo Li, there’s no need to worry anymore. Yan Lin has already been found." Mo Qingkuang no longer paid attention to him and said with relief to Mo Gaoli.
Upon hearing Mo Qingkuang’s words, Mo Gaoyi was dumbfounded on the spot.
"What... found, really found?" Mo Gaoli, seeing the ancestor return alone, had completely lost hope but was taken aback by this result, unable to believe it.
"Indeed found, but his cultivation encountered so issues. I just helped him sort out his ridians and sent him back to the Zong Family for recuperation, so it took so extra ti." No wonder it took him so long; it turns out he was helping Mo Yanlin clear his ridians and send him ho.
"I’ll go see him." After Mo Gaoli finished speaking, he headed out. Throughout the year, he had almost gone crazy missing his grandson.
"Hold on, Lin’er is still resting. You won’t be able to speak with him right now; you should give your thanks before leaving, lest you forget propriety." Mo Qingkuang said.
Only then did Mo Gaoli rember that he hadn’t yet expressed his gratitude, which was indeed rude.
"Thank you, Master, for your gracious assistance. I, Mo Gaoli, am eternally grateful. If you ever require anything, I, Mo Gaoli, will answer your summons even at the cost of my life." Mo Gaoli bowed deeply to Han Yan and then rembered sothing he overlooked, "By the way, may I ask the master’s noble na?"
"Junior Han Yan, please don’t be too courteous, elder." Han Yan helped Mo Gaoli up and said with a smile.
Han Yan—it turned out he was Han Yan! Mo Gaoyi began grinding his teeth again.
In Xiaocang City, Mo Yanhong had been severely humiliated by Han Yan, and during the last auction, he was so scamd by him that he wished for death. Mo Gaoyi had long resolved to give him a harsh lesson.
But after all, Han Yan was not an ordinary noble family’s son. He was the grandson of Mu Family Patriarch Mu Beichen. Even as the Mo Family Patriarch, he could not act hastily. More importantly, there were formidable individuals around Han Yan. Even Tributor Qiu, skilled in the Domineering Body Technique, was seriously injured by a single effortless blow from him. It’s difficult to handle him even in private.
Therefore, although Mo Gaoyi was determined, he had yet to devise a better plan.
Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, Han Yan thwarted him again. Mo Gaoyi realized that with Mo Yanlin’s return, it would be difficult to place his precious son in the position of Family Head.
Glaring at Han Yan, Mo Gaoyi’s gaze turned more sinister.
"You’re from the Mu Family. What relation do you have with Mu Beichen?" Mo Qingkuang, having just returned to the Capital, hadn’t heard of Big Playboy Mu’s famous na and asked thoughtfully.
"He is my grandfather." Han Yan replied.
"It turns out you’re a descendant of an old acquaintance. That little guy Beichen is quite fortunate to have such a descendant, hahaha." Mo Qingkuang laughed heartily.
Han Yan chuckled awkwardly, thinking of his grandfather with white hair at ho, felt a sweat forming again.
"Hmph, in front of , he’s just a little kid." Star Illusion Thousand Machine snorted coldly.
Han Yan: "..."
"I rember the last ti I saw your grandfather was nearly a hundred years ago. At that ti, he was just like a little follower, clinging to his grandfather, pestering for candy whenever he saw . Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, his grandson has grown so big." Mo Qingkuang remarked with emotion.
Han Yan didn’t know his grandfather had t Mo Qingkuang, but hearing him say this, he felt a sense of closeness, no longer embarrassed by his grandfather being called a little guy. After all, who wouldn’t find it endearing if their grandfather had once pestered soone else for candy? He didn’t expect his grandfather had such a hobby; he must rember to buy so for him when he returns.
"Alright, since my Lin’er is at ho, we’ll head back first. As the grandson of Mu Beichen, I won’t trouble you with thanks. Just rember the favor." Mo Qingkuang, anxious about his great-grandson, turned and started to leave, not treating Han Yan as an outsider due to his connection with Mu Beichen.
Of course, no one would take a re thank you seriously. Comparatively speaking, that favor was far more valuable.
"Hold on, Senior Mo." Han Yan suddenly called out to Mo Qingkuang.
"What is it?" Mo Qingkuang looked at Han Yan in confusion.
"Senior Mo, didn’t you previously promise favors to Master Shen, Master Pu, Master Weng, and Master Ji—four people, equating to four favors? How co when it’s my turn, it becos just one?" Since Mo Qingkuang didn’t treat Han Yan as an outsider and was informal, Han Yan, naturally, wouldn’t stand on ceremony with him either.
"..." In all these years, it was the first ti Mo Qingkuang saw soone extort him for favors.
Seeing Han Yan speak, Shen Moce and the others were sweating, not expecting Han Yan to be so bold as to extort Mo Qingkuang.
"Senior Mo, am I wrong? There are clearly four favors, so how can there only be one for ? Fine, whatever you say, I’ll just assu I calculated wrong." Han Yan showed a helpless expression.
"Alright, alright, what’s this nonsense about ’whatever I say’ and ’assuming you calculated wrong,’ making it sound as if I’m being unreasonable. Just as you said, it’s four favors I owe you." Mo Qingkuang was taken aback but then pointed at Han Yan and laughed heartily.
"Ancestor." Hearing Mo Qingkuang’s words, Mo Gaoyi’s expression changed again.
The Eight Great Families have been scheming against each other for ages. The Mo Family and Mu Family privately vied for power and profit, yet remained cordial. However, since Mo Gaoyi beca the family head, the Mo Family and Mu Family beca like fire and water, yet despite their differences, they maintained decorum in public. While ordinary folks might not know, anyone among the Eight Great Families and other wealthy and prestigious families was well aware of the enmity between Mu and Mo.
Although Mo Qingkuang had been in hidden cultivation, disconnected from the world for hundreds of years, he was still the Mo Family Ancestor. Now that he owed Han Yan four favors, future conflicts with the Mu Family would beco troubleso indeed.
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