A Most Filial Son

Liu Di left.

Mo Yu's calligraphy piece was nailed to the ceiling beam with four steel spikes formed from liquid metal.

The large characters danced across the pristine white paper like a blazing sun.

Its light shone down upon Mo Yu, who stood below with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Mo Yu stared up at the five characters, his eyelids twitching.

What had Liu Di meant by that wicked smile when he looked back?

And what had he meant by, "See you at the Far Northern Icefield"?

Liu Di was a professional meteorite destroyer.

After pondering for a long while, Mo Yu turned and ordered, "Prepare every module of the Mozi Mecha, along with all external equipment. Transport them all to the Far North."

The disciple nodded.

At a top-tier estate in Reindeer State, European Nation.

Morr Family Manor.

A young man in a white suit was frantically packing his luggage.

"Robin Moore, where are you going?!"

At the bedroom door, a somewhat plump, bearded middle-aged man slammed his cane against the floor with a thud.

"Good afternoon, Father!"

"I have something very important to do. I probably won't have time to come back for the next month."

Morr stuffed clothes haphazardly into his suitcase, looking as though he were fleeing a disaster.

"Morr, what is wrong with you?"

The bearded man frowned. "Didn't you suddenly come to your senses and decide to take over the family business? You facilitated the family's partnership with China's TO Lingxi, and the results have been remarkable. Our stock has soared."

"I am very pleased about that."

"But what the hell have you been doing lately?"

The middle-aged man gestured for the butler to bring over a chair. He bent down and sat in it, positioning himself squarely in front of Morr's bedroom