"Wuji, let's go home."
Mo Fushui and the other two were thrilled like scoundrels.
Previously, they directly called Mo Wuji a waste, but now they're affectionately calling him Wuji.
Countless times they wanted to expel Mo Wuji from the Mo Family, refusing to acknowledge him as a Mo Family member, but now they're full of smiles, inviting him back home.
Mo Wuji slightly nodded, neither happy nor sad, without much emotion.
He had endured since childhood, growing up amidst sneers and insults, having long learned to conceal his emotions.
He didn't resent people like Mo Fushui for being fickle, because this world is just that realistic, where the strong are respected and power rules.
Before leaving, Mo Wuji glanced at Bai Jingqing.
Bai Jingqing's eyes curved slightly, like crescent moons, with a hint of a pleasing smile at the corner of her mouth.
