Mo Wang scolded Gongshu Yi so severely that he did not dare say a word, barely even daring to breathe.
Yet while he was reprimanding Gongshu Yi, Old Ghost—Mo Gui—lowered his head as well.
Though he was scolding Gongshu Yi, was there not blame directed at him too?
Sure enough, Mo Wang looked at Old Ghost. "Mo Gui, you have lived three hundred years in vain. Did you truly know nothing about the changes in the underground city this time?"
Old Ghost raised his head. "I knew, but there are ancestral rules. Mo Gui did not dare act on his own authority. My duty is only to guard the clan ancestral hall and protect the final passage between the Mo Family and the Gongshu Family."
Mo Wang narrowed his eyes. "Ancestral rules should certainly be followed, but you are far too rigid."
I suddenly found it rather amusing to hear that idiom come from Mo Wang's mouth.
That idiom had originally been used to describe members of the Mo Family.
Mo Gui said, "Mo Gui knows his mistake."
"Ah, forget it. This is not entirely your fault. The underground city was bound to face this calamity. By the way, what did Gongshu Ye say?" Mo Wang turned his gaze toward Gongshu Yi.
Gongshu Yi coughed lightly. "The ancestor said he would not interfere. He said that not only would he stay out of it, but no one in the temple would descend the mountain and enter the secular world because of this. He said the Gongshu Family and the Mo Family should be capable of weathering this trial!"
Mo Wang nodded slightly. "I thought Gongshu Ye would be unable to resist entering the secular world."
Gongshu Yi said, "The ancestor said he does not dare enter the secular world, nor