When Mo Chen saw the maid in such a flustered state, he flew into a rage!
"Who is it!? Who would dare be so bold!?"
The maid's face went deathly pale. "Pa... Pa-pa-pa... Patriarch..."
Mo Chen was furious. "Acting so... shamelessly in the Martial Scripture Pavilion, this is simply..."
Mo Haiping said, "Father, people from the Yan Zhao Sect are still inside!"
Mo Chen jolted. "It's over! We've been utterly humiliated! Quick, bring people inside and take a look!"
Then he pointed at the girl. "Get dressed and come out to kneel!"
Long Aotian had improved.
He carefully neutralized the poison in Mo Meilan's body, then let out a breath.
"Good thing Martial Uncle didn't use a heavy dose, and we discovered it quickly. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable."
Lu Chengwen nodded. "Little Sister Meilan, are you feeling better?"
Mo Meilan's heart had yet to settle. She stood up weakly, her whole body limp. "You three beasts!"
At that moment, her personal maid darted out and shielded Mo Meilan. "The Patriarch is coming up with people! Hurry and leave!"
She supported Mo Meilan and shot straight out.
They knew the layout well. They turned a corner and vanished in an instant.
The three remaining men, helping each other hold up their trousers, stared at one another.
Long Aotian said, "Do you think the Mo Family's Martial Scripture Pavilion might happen to have men's shirts and belts?"
Lu Chengwen looked at him. "Of course it does. It's the Martial Scripture Pavilion! What kind of Martial Scripture Pavilion would it be without those?"
Zhao Ritian said, "Great! Let's search around. Listen for my command and move together. Don't pull too hard and tear someone else's trousers apart."
At that moment, a group of people rushed in through the entrance and