"Mo Yuchen, get out here!" bellowed Mo Suiyun, donned in a dragon robe and brandishing a sword, charging forward with murderous intent.
The disheartened Prince Mo reluctantly rose to his feet, clambered up the pavilion, and dodged the swing of Mo Suiyun's sword. "Mo Suiyun, can't you just let it go?" he spat in irritation. "Just a small disruption, and you're acting as if I've slaughtered your parents!" What an unreasonable uproar, utterly lacking in the capacity for forgiveness.
Mo Suiyun was on the verge of spitting blood. Even if Mo Yuchen had really been the cause of his parents' death, he would not be this infuriated. Now, anything merely reminding him of Mo Xiaobao's deeds would stir him into a fury, almost wishing to tear him into pieces.
"Mo Yuchen, get down here! I'm going to kill you!" Mo Suiyun roared, pointing his sword at the black-cloaked young man sitting atop the pavilion.
