Mo Lu was in a foul mood

The Mo Family Main House.

Mo Lu sat calmly in the Front Hall, drinking tea.

Old Master Mo wore a solemn expression.

"So it really was the Federation's warlocks attacking you."

Old Master Mo looked at Mo Lu.

Mo Lu gave a flat reply. "Mm."

"Ah, as long as you're all right," Old Master Mo added.

Mo Lu glanced up at Old Master Mo, then gave another casual "Mm" a moment later.

At Mo Lu's indifferent responses, Old Master Mo awkwardly gulped down a large mouthful of tea.

Weisheng Tou stood to the side, watching in silence.

When Old Master Mo looked up and saw Weisheng Tou with his head lowered, something seemed to occur to him. He immediately smiled at Mo Lu and said:

"Mo'er, did you like the gift Grandpa gave you?"

Mo Lu set down his teacup and raised an eyebrow.

"You mean the Protective Mantra you gave me?"

Old Master Mo immediately exclaimed, "Oh, come on!" He waved his hand in exasperation and said:

"Of course not! The Oath Stone! The Oath Stone! Didn't you see it?"

Mo Lu leaned sideways in his chair and let out a cold scoff.

Old Master Mo bristled.

"Mo'er, don't underestimate that Oath Stone! It's proof that your Alpha loves you!"

Mo Lu said flatly, "This Alpha said he wouldn't hurt me. He never said he loved me."

Old Master Mo froze.

I miscalculated.

I should have made Weisheng Tou say, 'My love for you will never change.'

Behind him, Weisheng Tou narrowed his eyes as well.

So that was what the young master wanted to hear?

"Come on, then! Say it again!"

Old Master Mo swept his hand, and Weisheng Tou immediately walked forward against his will.

Mo Lu set down his teacup and said helplessly:

"Grandpa, haven't you done enough? Can we talk about the real issue? I know you know something, or you wouldn't have left me a Protective Mantra."

Old Master Mo looked at Mo Lu and sighed.

He really did not want Mo Lu getting involved in any of the sordid affairs between the Federation and the Empire.

Above all, he did not want Mo Lu studying the Federation's Necromancy.

But now that they had attacked Mo Lu directly, he could not put it off any longer.

He said gravely:

"The Li Family has recently risen to prominence in the Empire. They insist that theirs is the orthodox Zhu You Technique, and that our Mo Family practices heretical arts."

"Does that sort of thing even warrant our attention?"

Mo Lu frowned.

Countless people in the Empire claimed to know Witchcraft all day long. Could the Mo Family possibly deal with every one of them?

They were nothing but a bunch of clowns.

Old Master Mo sighed. "But they really do know Witchcraft."

"They really do?"

Mo Lu was somewhat surprised.

Old Master Mo looked at Mo Lu.

"The only forces currently known to practice Witchcraft are the Mo Family and the Federation's Warlock Family. Everyone else, including the Imperial Military, has only scratched the surface in their research. They can't grasp its essence, much less use it. Where do you think this Li Family came from?"

Mo Lu lowered his eyes to the clear tea in his cup, lost in thought.

The Front Hall fell silent for a moment.

Mo Lu slowly asked, "Have you investigated Mo Runyan?"

Old Master Mo paused, a helpless smile spreading across his aged face.

"I really can't hide anything from you. If you already knew, why didn't you investigate him yourself?"

Mo Lu looked at Old Master Mo. "With Grandpa here, do I need to?"

"True." Old Master Mo laughed heartily. "Your second uncle tested him and found that he doesn't know Witchcraft."

"Does he really not know it, or is he pretending?"

Mo Lu tapped his teacup.

"He's pretending," Old Master Mo said with a smile.

"Tsk." Mo Lu shook his head.

"But he hasn't had any dealings with the Li Family."

Old Master Mo said.

Mo Lu frowned slightly.

After thinking for a while, he said:

"That's impossible."

He could tell that Mo Runyan resented the Mo Family.

Now that Mo Runyan had secretly learned the Federation's Witchcraft, he could not possibly have learned it just for the sake of learning.

Mo Lu had no idea how the Federation had managed to teach outsiders its family's Witchcraft.

Old Master Mo said, "So it was the Li Family that attacked you, using the Federation's Necromancy. As for what role Mo Runyan played in all this..."

Mo Lu's expression was cold. "It doesn't matter. If he comes, I'll kill him."

Old Master Mo looked at Mo Lu in surprise. "He's your mother's adopted son."

"Then do you acknowledge him as your grandson?"

Mo Lu watched Old Master Mo with cool, clear eyes.

Old Master Mo paused, then said, "Mo Lu is my only grandson!"

Mo Lu raised an eyebrow. "Mm. Well, your only grandson has a bit of a problem."

"What problem?!"

Old Master Mo immediately grabbed Mo Lu's arm and looked him over.

Mo Lu pulled Weisheng Tou over and, without the slightest hesitation, pressed his palm against Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen right in front of Old Master Mo.

Old Master Mo looked at Mo Lu's hand on Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen. His mouth parted slightly, but no words came out.

"The Curse Technique on the lower abdomen of Weisheng Tou, my Alpha, is a form of the Federation's Necromancy, unless I'm mistaken, along with-"

Mo Lu looked at Old Master Mo and paused before continuing,

"Along with a Mo Family seal."

Old Master Mo remained silent.

Mo Lu's deep black eyes stayed fixed on Old Master Mo, and he unconsciously exuded the oppressive aura of someone accustomed to authority.

He said slowly:

"Grandpa, if you know anything, I hope you'll tell me now. Don't make me investigate it myself."

Old Master Mo looked at Mo Lu and smiled bitterly.

If Mo Linglan and her husband could see how Mo Lu had grown, they would surely be proud.

No, that girl Linglan would definitely ache for him.

Although Linglan was an Alpha, she had always been softhearted.

Mo Lu should have been an Omega cherished and protected in every possible way by the Mo Family, yet he had forced himself to act like an Alpha.

Even his presence and oppressive aura were no weaker than those of a top-tier Alpha.

Old Master Mo sighed.

But even so... there were still things he had decided not to tell him.

Old Master Mo looked at Mo Lu, his smile as kindly as ever.

"Mo'er, Grandpa really doesn't know anything."

At Old Master Mo's words, Mo Lu's eyes flickered.

"Ha..."

He let out a soft laugh.

"All right. You don't know. In that case, I'll take my leave."

Mo Lu rose and strode out.

Weisheng Tou immediately followed.

Watching their retreating backs, Old Master Mo heaved a deep sigh.

He did not want things to be this way, either.

But Linglan had reminded him over and over not to tell Mo Lu any of this.

He would respect his daughter's wishes.

As for the Li Family and Mo Runyan...

They would never amount to much.

He would leave them to Mo Lu.

Mo Lu had already come into contact with Necromancy anyway, so he might as well let things take their course.

If Mo Lu discovered anything later, at least he would not have heard it from him.

Old Master Mo turned and went back to his room.

Mo Lu sat in the car with his eyes closed.

He was in a foul mood.

He could tell at a glance that his grandfather was hiding something from him.

But he had no way to make his grandfather talk.

Just as with his parents' deaths all those years ago, he could not make his grandfather tell him the truth.

All he knew was that his parents had died in a deliberately caused car crash. The culprit had belonged to a collateral branch of the Mo Family and had already been executed.

But why it had happened, or what exactly had happened, he knew nothing.

Nor could he remember clearly.

Mo Lu utterly loathed the feeling of things slipping beyond his control.