"So, sixty-eight of our brothers died last night, is that right?"
Mo Lin's expression was icy, and anger radiated from his body.
"Yes, Hall Master."
After speaking, Yu Tianxin nervously swallowed.
The anger emanating from Mo Lin was not the sort of volcanic fury that inspired fear, but it was incomparably stifling.
Having known this uncle of his for so long, this was the first time Yu Tianxin had truly seen Mo Lin angry.
Mo Lin was no saint who mourned for all living beings, and he had witnessed lives fade away before, but the loss of those sixty-eight lives last night filled him with boundless rage.
Part of that anger was directed at the evil soul masters. Neither Grace Hall nor even Spirit Hall had yet acted against the hidden evil soul masters, yet those vermin that ought to have been purged had actually come knocking on their door.
But more of Mo Lin's anger was directed at himself. He should have understood that evil soul masters needed no reason to target any faction. When he had arranged the defenses, he should have taken the possibility of evil soul masters into account.
In other words, Mo Lin felt that he had failed in his duty.
Even by the usual standards of Douluo Continent, the leader of a faction could not be said to have failed in their duty, because the blame was generally pushed onto those below them.
However, from the very beginning, Mo Lin had never intended to turn Grace Hall into his personal possession, or the possession of only a few people within the hall.
When the grand undertaking was complete, Mo Lin would step down as the Hall Master of Grace Hall and hand the position over to someone more suited to safeguard the realm. That