Fu Zhao wanted to cry but she had no tears left to cry. She just wanted to save the lives of others by sacrificing one life; why was it that she suddenly became the sinner of her son and everyone else?
She wanted to say something but before she could bring herself to defend her actions, another roar split through the silent air. "WHO WANTS TO KILL MY DAUGHTER!?"
Mo Yan, livid with rage, stormed inside the hall; following her were two spirits who were complaining incessantly in her ears. She was dragging the heads of two assassins as she walked inside the room and looked around with fury emanating from every pore of her body.
She asked, "Who is it? Who is planning to kill my daughter?" The way she spoke, Fu Zhao was sure that if she dared to say it was her, Mo Yan would jump on her and rip her head off her shoulders.
"Madam Mo, calm down —"