Chương 295: Fierce Glare

His whole life, Li Mo hated going to the family altar. Though that was a sacred place where they would pay homage to the heroic spirit of their ancestors, there was just something about it that he disliked greatly. 

"Today isn't memorial day, so why would father…" Li Mo knitted his eyebrows and asked.

The mustachioed man kept a stern face. "The master already knows."

Li Mo was stunned, the color of his face instantly draining.

"Young master, the ship is already waiting for you on the roof," the mustachioed man said.

Li Mo gritted his teeth. He quickly changed out to a black formalwear then boarded the small warship and flew off.

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