Contest for Young Clan Leader!

Outside the hall.

Mo Yu stood beside Hun Miesheng, not even daring to breathe loudly.

He swore that the total time he had spent with Hall Master throughout his entire life did not even compare to today.

Moreover, unlike before, Hall Master had not only refrained from giving him orders, but had even taken the initiative to discuss clan secrets with him!

This extreme sense of dissonance made Mo Yu feel as though he were in a dream, so unreal that many wild thoughts had once risen in his mind.

Yet he always remembered one thing—

All status and favor came from Miss!

Mo Yu had risen from being an independent cultivator and was well versed in every method of survival. He even had considerable experience in being someone's dog.

What was most important for a dog?

It was neither baring its fangs nor wagging its tail in supplication, but loyalty!

Absolute loyalty!

No matter how high he climbed, so long as it concerned Miss, he had to kneel and kowtow without condition.

After all, loyalty that was not absolute was absolute disloyalty. With wealth and glory right before him, he had to consider whether this was the only opportunity he would ever have in his life.

Thinking this, Mo Yu's expression turned solemn, and the faint smugness that had risen in his heart vanished without a trace.

"That's right. Miss is the sun in my heart. No matter whom she asks me to oppose, I need only obey without condition!"

Mo Yu clenched his fists. With his thoughts now clear, even his expression relaxed considerably, and the determination in his eyes resembled that of the most devout soldier.

Seeing this, Hun Miesheng nodded, satisfaction showing in his eyes.

"To possess such awareness, Mo Yu, you have indeed surprised this