The atmosphere throughout the room was unbearably tense.
Mo Xingao's Personal Guards all drew their sidearms and aimed them at Elder Xu, their faces wary.
Mo Xinao stood protectively before his father's bed, looking at Elder Xu with both confusion and anger.
"Elder Xu, the Mo Family has never wronged you in these five years. Father treated you as a dear friend and never slighted you in any way. Why would you do this today?"
Everyone else looked at Elder Xu as well, utterly bewildered.
Elder Mo had saved Elder Xu's life five years ago. Why would Elder Xu poison him like this?
"The answer is simple. He isn't Elder Xu at all," Jun Wangchen said calmly before Elder Xu could speak.
"What?!" Mo Xinao and Mo Xingao froze, both stunned.
The Elder Xu standing before them wasn't the real Elder Xu?
Clap, clap, clap!
Under everyone's collective gaze, Elder Xu suddenly gave a sinister smile and began to applaud.
"I thought my plan was flawless. I never imagined there would be someone in Jinling City who knew of the Soul-Eating Flower. Jun Wangchen, was it? What a surprise!"
Those words confirmed beyond doubt that he was the mastermind.
Mo Xingao's expression turned icy. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Who am I?" Elder Xu gave a self-mocking laugh and asked coldly, "Have you ever heard of a man named Murong Liang?"
"Murong Liang?" Mo Xingao paused, lost in thought.
Mo Xinao, however, seemed to remember something. His eyes filled with astonishment. "Do you mean the Murong Liang who lost to my father in a contest for a woman's hand?"
"To think someone still remembers me." Elder Xu laughed bitterly at himself and peeled off the human-skin mask on his face, revealing a somewhat aged, weathered countenance.
"So it's you!" Recognition