Although Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun hadn't been particularly cruel, the fact that Mo Yanhong was kneeling and begging for mercy meant he had completely lost face. For someone like him, groveling was far more severe than suffering serious injuries—it was a life-long humiliation that he could never wash away. He had indeed received the lesson he deserved.
"Are you not going to help me up?" Seeing that the few guards were still stupidly standing to the side, Mo Yanhong bellowed in an urgent and frustrated tone. Fearing that Mu Hanyan would be unrelenting, he couldn't bear to stay there a moment longer.
The guards hastily stepped forward, lifting Mo Yanhong and carrying the seriously injured Dai Songling. They fled like dogs that had lost their homes.
