That day, the discussions online actually grew quieter.
People had gone from their initial opposition to Yu Mo to...
Whether Yu Mo deserved to die.
Some said Yu Mo had completely lost the integrity of the Yu Clan, and his crimes this time were so grave that he deserved death!
Some said that, no matter what, Yu Mo was still Yu Yongyan's descendant. That debt of gratitude could not be forgotten, and lifelong imprisonment would suffice.
There were also compromise proposals.
Find Yu Mo a wife, have him father a child, and then let him die.
Some even volunteered to marry Yu Mo and carry on his bloodline to repay the Yu Clan's kindness to the human race.
In short, opinions varied widely.
But they all agreed on one thing: this time, Yu Mo definitely lacked the strength to resist.
After all, among those heading to Ink City this time, there were over a dozen Sixth Awakening Persons alone, and even a Seventh Awakening veteran of the Reserve Corps who had retired due to serious injuries overseeing them.
Yet Yu Mo himself remained silent on the matter. He had not even woken up.
He slept soundly.
Until six the following morning.
Yu Mo opened his eyes on schedule, sat up, supported himself on the handrail beside the bed, changed his clothes, then moved into his wheelchair, washed up, and straightened his clothes and hair.
Finally, he pressed the button on the wall.
His assistant pushed the door open, walked in, and skillfully wheeled him out of the room.
"Have Yu Sheng come see me."
Yu Mo took out his phone and spoke as he browsed the documents in his inbox.
The assistant nodded slightly, took out his phone, and made a call while pushing the wheelchair.
"Group Leader, Yu Sheng