Unlike Mo Chang, who had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth and grew up useless, Yejiamo was a deviless who had clawed her way up from the bottom step by step. She was shrewd and calculating, willing to stop at nothing.
Yejiamo had little affection for Mo Chang. Marrying him had merely been a springboard to earn Mo Luo's trust and become his right-hand woman. Once she no longer needed to play along, Mo Chang was thrown out of Slaughter Mountain—and she had contributed no small part to it.
Just looking at this piece of trash was irritating. Better to toss him down the mountain and let him fend for himself.
"I'm asking you—what did you come back for?"
"The eight great sects are besieging Slaughter Mountain. As the Left Envoy's son, naturally I came back to defend the sect." Xiang Yuan snorted.
"You?"
Yejiamo's smile was especially disdainful. "If you're afraid of dying, just say so. With your little bit of ability, what right do you have to defend the sect? There's no place for you here. Get back down the mountain. That estate is very safe. As long as you don't provoke the eight great sects, no one will bother with you."
Just as Yejiamo had said, the estate stood in a secluded location and had two Foundation Establishment Realm bodyguards along with dozens of Devil Race guards. It was a fine place to live in peace and preserve one's life. If Mo Chang hadn't lusted after the beauty of Emei Sect's female disciples, Master Bai Yue would never have come knocking.
Whether or not it was all an act for outsiders, Mo Luo treated this son of his fairly well. The discord between father and son was probably eighty percent Yejiamo fanning the flames.