In the Council Hall stood an elderly man with crane-like white hair and chicken-skin wrinkles, appearing to be over seventy years old. His face bore the marks of time, and he wore a simple blue robe. He was currently the Mo Family's steward, Qiu Yin.
"The handwriting is unmistakable; it's the Sixth Master's script." Qiu Yin's brows were deeply furrowed as well, as he couldn't fathom who would dare to provoke the Mo Family like this.
Mo Yushu pondered with his brows knitted, and the Council Hall fell into silence for a moment before he slowly raised his head and said, "Old Qiu, please take some family members with you to have a look. Don't let the Sixth suffer any losses."
Qiu Yin stood there silently for a moment, on the verge of speaking but hesitating.
Mo Yushu looked at him curiously and said, "Why are you so indecisive today? Is there something on your mind?"
