Upon hearing Steward Mo's words, almost everyone present collapsed limply to the ground.
Some could hardly believe it.
"They're dead, all of them..." The people's faces were blank as they kept shaking their heads.
Xu Zimo, however, frowned slightly. Things had indeed gone beyond his expectations.
"Please restrain your grief. I told you beforehand," Steward Mo said, shaking his head faintly.
He continued, "Inheritances are not so easily obtained. The City Lord is also preparing to seal this inheritance away."
At this moment, the atmosphere in the great hall was exceedingly quiet.
No one spoke. Although they had already prepared themselves mentally beforehand,
they still could not accept such an outcome.
"Rest for a while. Soon, I will have servants escort you out of the mansion," Steward Mo said calmly.
"At that time, each of you may receive ten spirit stones. Consider it a small consolation."
Watching Steward Mo's departing back, Xu Zimo and Situ Yunfei exchanged a glance before their figures vanished into the crowd.
After leaving the great hall, Steward Mo sneered, then headed toward his room in the inner courtyard.
The spring breeze was warm, and the willow trees on both sides swayed their branches bewitchingly.
The benefits he had gained from this incident could be described as countless.
This had been a carefully arranged trap from the very beginning.
If they had not feared the repercussions would be too great, they would not have needed to go through so much trouble using the inheritance as bait.
Upon returning to the small courtyard where he lived, Steward Mo had only just opened the door to his room
when he saw someone standing beside the window.
"Who are you?" Steward Mo asked with a frown.
As he spoke, he began backing out of the courtyard step by step.