"Clang..."
Mo Buwen finished his drink before Lu Chen, then began to sway, losing his grip on the bowl, which crashed to the ground.
Immediately after, his entire body followed, toppling toward the ground.
Seeing this, Lu Chen let out a light chuckle in his heart and pretended to also lose his grip on his bowl, dropping it as well.
"Hehehe..."
Mo Dawu stood up with a sinister smile on his face.
Mo Erwu's expression was also unpleasant, his scholarly appearance at odds with the smug smile that revealed his successful scheme.
"You... you actually poisoned the wine!"
Mo Buwen glared in anger, but his Yuan power was dissipating, and he couldn't muster any strength.
"Mo Buwen, I've had enough of this journey. Did you think we were still within the Mo Family?"
"You are just a child born to the clan leader and a maidservant, why should you be above us?"
Mo Buwen shouted fiercely, "But the blood flowing in my veins is the same as yours, the blood of the Mo Family!"