A Touching Friendship

The Mohist School disciples in the ancestral hall sighed in admiration.

Just when had Liu Shizi formed such a deep friendship with their own Giant Son?

He simply stood there silently, head lowered, without saying a word, for a full ten-odd minutes.

Such a great friendship was truly moving!

Little did they know.

Liu Di was viewing the scenes Steel Di Qi had transmitted back through his perspective.

By tracking a Mohist School transport plane, Steel Di Qi had reached one of the Mohist School's top-secret underground bases!

At this moment.

Steel Di Qi was hiding in a section of piping on the base's ceiling, with every operation below in full view.

Liu Di, standing in the Mohist School ancestral hall.

Clenched his fist slightly.

No one heard him curse under his breath, "Mo Yu, damn you! You like playing dead, huh? I'll grant your wish soon enough. I guarantee no one will see through it!"

Whoosh

The wooden doors of the ancestral hall behind Liu Di were pushed open.

A crowd of Mohist School disciples dressed in mourning clothes surged inside. All had their heads lowered beneath large hoods that concealed their faces. Without a word, they stood around Liu Di and began mourning the deceased.

"Sob..."

"Giant Son Mo Yu, your death was so tragic."

Liu Di turned his head and saw that the voice came from a figure noticeably shorter than the other disciples.

The person kept his head lowered, his hood covering his face as he continually wiped away tears with his sleeve.

Liu Di knew perfectly well.

The Mohist School disciples all had remarkably uniform builds and weights.

A little runt like this could only be one person.

As he looked at him, sparks nearly flew from his eyes.

But in the end, Liu Di