At Old Master Xia's heart, some anger was suppressed.
At this time, there was a commotion outside the door followed by the sight of a young man dressed in brocade clothes, walking inside.
The young man appeared extremely arrogant, carrying a superiority that seemed to regard everyone else as insignificant.
As he walked in, his gaze fell upon Lin Mo and he sneered,
"It's laughable, to think one would dare bring a counterfeit!"
"How could someone like this be worthy of Meng Die?"
Upon seeing the newcomer, those present immediately exclaimed,
"It's Young Master Mo."
"Mo Feng? Wasn't there a rumor that he had disappeared for three or four years? How did he suddenly appear now?"
After that, Mo Feng walked towards where Old Master Xia was seated.
In his hand, he held an extremely exquisite box, almost entirely gold-plated – just the box alone was probably worth millions!
Under everyone's gaze, Mo Feng pulled out a very ancient, yet brilliantly shining ring.