My Saber...

From the profundity of Mo Tianyun's eyes, a hint of fulfilment and schadenfreude showed up. Clearly, Mo Tianji interrupting Mo Xingchen's speech had enraged some of the older folks.

He stood unobtrusively for some time and discreetly sat down. His face still kept up with a quiet look. However, the coldness in his eyes developed substantially.

Mo Tianji needed to exit but he was stressed that there would be nobody to encourage his younger brother in the event that he got eliminated. After contemplating, he sat down.

"The clan has chosen… " Mo Xingchen looked at Mo Tianji with a blameful look and stated, "To start with, quit giving Mo Qingwu development assets. From today forward, she would regard as a common supporter."

"Second, Mo Qingwu's entitlement to acquire the title of Lofty Red Dust will be renounced. Another remarkable female taught in the family will be acquired this title."