"Mo Feng was in his hands. I couldn't throw a stone at the rat for fear of breaking the vase, so all I could do was argue helplessly," Mo Hongtao said.
"But they must have released Mo Feng afterward. Why didn't you act then?" Mo Beiyang asked.
"Rather than fight him ourselves, we were better off letting him fight Tang Yao," Mo Hongtao said.
"That was all very well, but it also dealt a heavy blow to our Mo Family's prestige," Mo Beiyang said in dissatisfaction.
"That was still better than blundering blindly into trouble. If Tang Wen had powerful experts under him, wouldn't our losses have been even greater?
"Let Tang Yao run into him. Although we lost face, at least we suffered no major losses.
"As for those thousand-odd men, let them die. They weren't much use anyway.
"If Tang Yao fights Tang Wen to the death, we'll have a good show to watch," Mo Hongtao said with a sinister smile.
"Fine, then. We'll just wait and watch the show." Mo Beiyang raised an eyebrow and added, "I heard Tang Wen isn't moving very fast. Arrange for some men to spread the word everywhere at once.
"The common people love a spectacle. When the time comes, plenty of them will gather outside Flying Snow Hall.
"With so many people watching, Tang Wen won't have a chance to back down even if he wants to. He'll have to fight Tang Yao to the death."
"All right, I'll send people over immediately." Mo Beiyang nodded.
"You seem to be slowing down on purpose. At the pace you're going,
"Flying Snow City is enormous. It'll take you at least two hours to reach the hall.
"Looks like you're afraid?" Tang Wen rode Little White Horse leisurely onward.
As he went, he