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"Third Master Mo, how do you believe we should handle these two?" Ye Tian inquired, not with an answer, but with a downward gaze upon Mo Hao, who knelt before him, his voice gentle yet probing.

Mo Hao's mouth hung agape, a bitter taste of helplessness seizing his tongue. Mo Yu and Mo Dong were his own flesh and blood, his nephews. How could he possibly dictate their fate? Yet